Ain't it hard
  when you wake up
  in the morning
  And you find out
  that those other days
  are gone?
  All you have
  is memories of happiness
  Lingerin' on.
    You might wonder
  who can I turn to
  On this cold
  and chilly night of gloom
  The answer to that question
  Is nowhere in this room.
    All your dreams
  and your lovers
  won't protect you,
  They're only passing
  through you in the end.
  They'll leave
  you stripped of all
  that they can get to,
  And wait for you
  to come back again.
    You might wonder
  who I can turn to
  On this cold
  and chilly night of gloom
  The answer to that question
  Is nowhere in this room.
    Yet still a light is shining
  From that lamp on down the hall.
  Maybe the star of Bethlehem
  Wasn't a star at all.