Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.
I'm sad and blue about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right...
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
I became interested in folk music because I had to make it somehow.
