(Paul Waaktaar)

Mary cries out: for the love of God

As she's walking out of the laundromat

Down the street and it's the short way home

Feeling special cause she's so alone

But we know:

(The world's full of lonely people)

And it shows

(The world's full of lonely people)

She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door

Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor

Writes a poem and turns the radio on

Every singer sings the same old song

And it goes:

(The world's full of lonely people)

And it shows

(The world's full of lonely people)

But when we she wanted me to go

She just had to let it show

To bring me down if she wanted me to leave

She just wore it on her sleeve

But at least, I was around

But when we she wanted me to go

She just had to let it show

To bring me down if she wanted me to leave

She just wore it on her sleeve

At least, I was around

Mary Ellen makes the moment count

As she's looking through old photographs

Pictures taken from an early age

Faces look back at her from the page

And they say

(The world's full of lonely people)

It's ok

(The world's full of lonely people)

It's ok

(The world's full of lonely people)

But when we she wanted me to go

She just had to let it show

To bring me down if she wanted me to leave

She just wore it on her sleeve

But at least, I was around

I was around

I was around

I was around

Mary Ellen makes the moment count