You have all these questions
About all these things.
But I cannot tell you
What tomorrow brings.
Or what song the lonesome sparrow sings.
I can only tell you about me.
I've been walking a path now
For many long years.
I've shed a lot of blood
I've shed a lot of tears.
But each day gets longer without my baby here.
It's so lonesome being me.
I can't see anything
But this long dark road.
Nobody beside me
To lighten my load.
My mind is just bound to explode.
I need somebody to help me.
Where I'm going now
No tongue may tell.
My name now
No letters can spell.
All my days are a living hell.
I sure do hate being me.