Colleen was sitting all alone Over by the steel stove waiting In the corner of a smoky bar Just got in from New York State Waiting on a dinner plate and taking Everything she could for what it's worth Her worn out sneakers and ripped up soles Tired eyes and a pointed nose And all the things that she'd been through Colleen She's talking on her cell phone Leave a message at the tone Lately, she just feels all alone Can't believe the things she said The beer was rushing to her head and maybe Her fleeting heart just wouldn't want to go Her swollen knees and a ripped up shirt Tired eyes and a checkered skirt And all the things that she'd been through Hang on Colleen Things are not what they seem to be You're not alone Someone cares