Once on a cold grey morning
  I was walking home alone
  the traffic light in the falling rain
  the unanswered phone
  I was so sad and lonely
  on a lonesome avenue
  so sad and lonely
  what could I do
  
  once I opened a drawer
  in a room of a strange hotel
  I saw a photograph of you
  you looked so sad and lonely
  on a lonesome avenue
  so sad and lonely
  what could I do
  
  once in a railway station
  in the city where I live
  the windows were like mirrors
  in this train
  'hey, what you're doing with your life'