If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised 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 your shattered
Left standing in the lurch,

At a church with people saying,
My God that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining then,
I 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, and who wouldn't do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,

All about God and His mercy
Oh, 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 what ever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried 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 doubt,
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.