In a little while from now if I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off in an effort
To make it clear to who ever what it’s like when you’re shattered

Left standing in the lurch at a church where people saying
'My God, that’s tough she's stood him up'
No point in us remaining we 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 well wouldn’t do the role I was about to play
But as if 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 and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally, now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears and 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