Alone Songtext

von Pete Wylie

Six strings, one voice
There was supposed to be a bigger choice
Than bread and butter or the breadline

I'm supposed to make a move
I've got a thousand things to prove
And now I've got a deadline

Oh I guess it's just another case
Of me against the human race
I'll take a trip to face the twilight zone

Alone alone alone alone
Alone alone alone
Alone alone alone alone
Alone alone alone
Alone

I've got a voice
But we're not speaking
'Cos if I start you might think I'm weak
And anyway,
There's no way to convert you / con virtue

So my heart's off my sleeve and in my chest
Chip on my shoulder does the rest
And by the way
I never meant to hurt you

Oh I've come up with a list of names
Of who to bless and who to blame
Both of them keep ending up the same

So if my hatred's more than you deserve
I've nothing else left in reserve
So leave me here to eat myself alive
Down to the bone

Alone alone alone alone
Alone alone alone
Alone alone alone alone
Alone alone alone
Alone