Keen
young faces all around me – What do they know?
Empty spaces filled with sound, the end of the show.
Rooms like these hold all the feelings of the years.
Memories are never real, only the tears.
Crowded rooms are empty beaches,
Roaring surf but lonely sounds of
drifting sand.
Could there be just one who reaches
Out, to touch, to hold my hand.
I
have searched, I've traveled from
one
Place until the next not knowing
joy or pain,
Will I find that special someone
Who can make me feel again?
One
more table, one more town –
One
more woman walkin' by.
Shall I ask her to sit down?
Why am I afraid to try?
I
am lonely so is she –
Two
of us together, maybe we'd grow strong,
But thinking of my vanity,
The
moment passes – she
is gone.
Crowded rooms are empty beaches,
Roaring surf but lonely sounds of
drifting sand.
Could there be just one who reaches
Out, to touch, to hold my hand.
I
have searched, I've traveled from
one
Place until the next not knowing
joy or pain,
Will I find that special someone
Who can make me feel again?