Lonely Is a Lifetime - The Wild Feathers

No one really knows her first name, but they all hold her hand

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?