he fill the room like champagne into a empty glass as they slither to him like snakes to the grass his stance is quiet with grace before they throw him into the rat race and he turns to me to say i m a lonely boy even with the life is asking for lonely boy why don t you see you re exactly the same as me you could be the most beautiful thing that i ever did see with your head pointing down and your friends leaving town he sung like an angel that had stepped deep inside while i played my guitar and scribed and cried and the nails that we jams into our hearts are essential and needed for the part and he turns to me to say i m a lot like you does that mean boy i m lonely too lonely boy why don t you see you re exactly the same as me you could be the most beautiful thing that i ever did see with your head pointing down and your friends leaving town days are passing like november rain constantly falling but nothing here remain and he turns to me to say i m a lot like you does that mean boy i m lonely too lonely boy why don t you see you re exactly the same as me you could be the most beautiful thing that i ever did see with your head pointing down and your friends leaving town your home getting high everyday don t you think it s strange 