Oh what is wrong With the woman sitting on the bed with the perfume on? She's holding the hand of a very well-dressed man, a well-dressed man Then why those muddy pants Does it have to do with the ladder in the garden Leaning against the window to her room? What's wrong with this picture? Can you count the lonely people? Oh what's so sad About the man at the door with those flowers in his hand? He's so happy, 'cause he got home at last, but he got home too fast Why wont those flowers last? Does it have to do with the ladder in the garden Leaning against the window to his room? What's wrong with this picture? Can you count the lonely people?
Now she wont be still around to plant those flowers Where the garden is trampled down And he sees clearly everything in that muddy room where she left the ring Here's an empty room where sunlight falls on four empty walls No one lives here anymore And no one to explain what this room is empty for There's just that muddy floor It all has to do with that ladder in the garden Leaning against the window to this room? What's wrong with this picture? Where are all the lonely people? What's wrong with this picture? Where are all the lonely people? Where are all the lonely people?