The Lonely Life

What if I did not love you?
Where would that leave me?
Would I wander through the avenues
Under a pall of misery?

Would I be face down in the gutter?
With a cheap whiskey on my breath
The lonely life of a writer
And whose words could not pay its debts

Sayin', please, don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I’ve been blinded completely
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy

What if we became strangers?
Would you notice my face in a crowd?
And could you hear the sorrow in my voice?
Helplessly crying your name out loud

Would I be searching for the savior?
Burning, burning with regret
The lonely life of a writer
With one last desperate quest

Sayin please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I’ve been blinded completely
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy

I’ve been on the lam
Being hunted something fierce
They say time and tide it waits for no man
But I was just hoping
These storm-filled skies were cleared

Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
Please don’t, please don’t pass me by
I am alive, oh can’t you see?
That I am pleading for your mercy