In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise that I will treat myself
And visit a nearby tower

And climbing to the top
I’ll throw myself off
In an effort to make a little more clear to whomever
What it’s like when you are shattered

Standing in the lurch
At a church where people saying
My God, that’s tough, she stood him up
No point in us remaining

May as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play

But as to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Well if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?

And in my hour of need
I truly am, indeed
Alone again, naturally

Now, looking back through the years
Whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never tried to hide the tears

At sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken

And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally