I carved up those empty avenues, filled them up with the thought of you. You're with me like back avenues, lovely and alone. There was nothing like the river of summertime. We both wrote of paradise, just burning a trail out to nowhere with nothing at all. You were the hero we all used to shame. You left us stranded in nowhere. We are the lovely and alone.
I hope you could see the good in me. I need your company, and that lifelike vision of horses returning home. And we all walk down a lonely road, dragging a star back home on our way out to forever, the sky turns gold. You were the hero we all used to shame. You left us stranded in nowhere. We are the lovely and alone.
The years got harder with each pa**ing day. We're on our way back home, and when we get there, we be lovely. Lovely but not alone.
We are the lovely and alone.