Alone
I'll live with my secret alone
They'll be no 'Honey I'm home'
Alone
I'll live in some city, alone
Some small high-rise apartment
Strewn on the coffee table are wilting flowers
And copies of After Dark magazine
I'll be seen as the pampering uncle
Carrying presents at Christmastime
Nieces and nephews will fall in line
Till I go back home
Alone
I'll walk the dark streets
I'll roam through the back rows of darkened theatres
The groans of naked women on the screen
I'll be seen as the cavalier bachelor
Traveling foot loose and fancy free
Actually spend my nights loitering
Bus stations, alleyways, Stairwells, corridors
Till I go back home
Abandoned buildings
Hotel washrooms
Till I go back home
Alone
Scott Free 2008
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