Recorded by Gilbert O'Sullivan In a little while from now If I'm not feeling any less sour I promise 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 whoever What it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch at a church Where people saying: "My God, that's tough" "She stood him up" "No point in us remaining" "We 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, 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 Talk about God in His mercy Who, 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? (instrumental interlude) Looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide 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 start 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
