Loneliness is an envelope you can seal yourself into And send off to a stranger in a )town across the sea Loneliness is a tired old friend who carries your baggage Through airports and train stations for free Loneliness wears a suit and tie on busy city streets And makes you cry at parties filled with people that you know Loneliness will take your hand and lead you to the shoreline On foggy days to find the undertow It is the hurt that hurts the deepest It is the ache that you can't cure It is the desperation of the late night telephone call It is the lover in the shadows It is the one that got away It is the cry of the southbound birds in the fall Loneliness will steal your soul on stormy windy hills And hides behind red maple trees on autumn afternoons Loneliness sits on the porch of the house you used to live in It is the distant sound of thunder and trains and loons It is the hurt that hurts the deepest It is the ache that you can't cure It is the desperation of the late night telephone call It is the lover in the shadows It is the one that got away It is the cry of the southbound birds in the fall It is the lover in the shadows It is the one that got away It is the cry of the southbound bird in the fall