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 who wouldn't do
the role I was about to play;

But as if to knock my 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, who 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.