When I wake up
Well I know I’m going to be
I’m going to be alone
When I go out
Well I know I’m going to be
I’m going to be alone
And I have walked 500 miles
I have walked 500 more
Just to be the one who walked a thousand miles all alone
And you say only the lonely survive
But what does that mean to you?
When I would have walked those miles again to fall down at your stoop.
Just to fall down at your stoop.
A stoop is a front of a house which isn’t a deck a veranda or a porch.
It’s too small.
Like I’m too small.
I can’t imagine you reading my thousand miles or the hearing the piano I play.
There’s nothing to say.
I’m alone again today.
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