All the Lonely Do

This is all the lonely do.

Please stay here, I'll be back soon.

Soil shifts beneath my shoes.

Please don't fight me, I want a truce.

I'll be back sometime today.

At that point, I'll have things to say.

Please be sure I'm in decay

Before you put my body away.

Just slow down, let me take a rest.

This may be my last request.

I'm only here at your behest.

Something to say, get it off my chest.

This is what I must confess:

For many a long year there's been too much stress.

Truth I'll say and nothing less.

Feel I'm getting the full court press.

Weight of the world comin' down on me

I beg of you, give me the chance to flee.

If you're so blind that you cannot see,

I suggest you pray to the Almighty.