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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