Lyrics Home Alone 5 - Live - D-A-D

Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever
I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever.
I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes"
When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me why
So gently my eyelids close.
All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had...

Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind
No shame being a fool, I got many things on my mind
Pick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get out anymore.
There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my door
So gently my eyelids close
All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had. I lost it - I lost it. Yeah!
Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor?
And what's that noise outside my door?
Home alone. On my own. And all alone...