Keith Young

(July,10,1984 / Thousand Palms but live in San Diego now)

The Lonely Man


The Lonely Man
Lost
Wondering
Confused
The Lonely Man
Who is this lonely man
Is it you
Is it me
Is it the homeless guy outside
The Lonely Man
Always wondering if he’ll be found
Alone in such a big world
Walking the streets
Looking at all the lights
Seeing all the sad people
Seeing all the happy people
Seeing all the drugs and booze
How is he
This lost soul
This wondering soul
The poor confused man
The Lonely Man
We are all lost
We all are wondering
We all are confused
Where do we go
I’m The Lonely Man
You’re The Lonely Man
The Lonely Man

Submitted: Monday, February 02, 2009

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