It's Friday night, and the moon is full And the kids are all out on the street I'm alone, with nothing but a telephone And there's nobody to call out to meet And my man's a million miles away Yes my man's a million miles away At least that's....what it feels like when you're lonely And missing....the one you love At least that's....what it feels like when you're lonely And wishing you were with the one you're dreaming of Well. Mr. Clock, says it's half-past ten. Everybody in the world's at a party I wasn't invited too So here I am, Drinking all alone again. But I can't drink enough to stop thinking of you