Mocks castles in the air
  And-Bang!-romance
  It rocks his cradles of despair
  Only the lonely. .
  Homely sentiment
  Only the lonely..
  Only my detriment
  I'm not gonna see you anymore
  And I am cryin'. . . I don't wanna see you anymore
  But I might be lyin'. . .
  Miss Hard he hunts
  Her sikhs will not suffice
  Bad Batter bunts
  Witty Meek speaks of self-sacrifice.
  His muse sick, it pays
  How much now cost is the balance
  The musician prays
  'Cause his touch now is lost as his talents
  I'm not gonna see you anymore
  And I am cryin'. . .
  I don't wanna see you anymore
  But I might be lyin'. . .
  No, I know. Oh!
  Now, I won't let go
  Oh, I know.
  I won't let you go...
  And Chartie Chance
  Makes castles in the air And—bang!-romance
  It breaks his cradles of despair
  Only the lonely.. .
  Blowing leaves in the gusts
  Only the lonely.. .
  Loathing leaves disgust
  I don't wanna see you anymore
  And I am cryin'. . .
  I don't wanna see you anymore
  But I might be lyin'. . .