Lonely Is a Lifetime (Live at the Ryman) - The Wild Feathers

No one really knows her first name,

but they all hold her hand

And everyone leans on her windowpane

but no one looks in

She's so far from home

But only the starlight

can turn this town cold

And lonely is a lifetime

of getting used to being alone

So where do you go?

The street lights come with a cool breeze

and she waits all night

And just before the morning sunlight,

she breaks down and cries

She's trying

to make it right

But only the starlight

can turn this town cold

And lonely is a lifetime

of getting used to being alone

So where do you go?

And only the starlight

can turn this town cold

And lonely is a lifetime

of getting used to being alone

So where do you go?