I go back alone
to a place that isn’t home
With no lover to phone
Just a silent ringtone
Got my emotions on loan
So I try to get stoned
But I’ve no one to get high for
In the dark of the night
I wake up with a fright
Dreams of shadows that bite
Something’s wrong, it’s not right
Round my throat something tight
And my hand can’t feel the light
But I’ve no one to die for
And then waking at dawn
With my fantasized porn
My body like a unicorn
With its impudent horn
When reality’s tom
And all hope is stillborn
But I’ve mo one to sigh for
So I take on the day
Anaesthetizing the pain
I’m like a moth in the flame
Or an unsanitized drain
Or an unexplained stain
On a dirty window pane
I’ve got no one to cry for
Then again home alone
Like a dog without a bone
Still got no one to phone
And my hair is uncombed
And my whiskers have grown
And I weigh twenty stone
Cos I’ve no one to try for
I just sit here and wait
Drinking beer by the crate
Fish and chips, on a dirty plate
Watching TV till late
Wondering how to get a date
In a world full of hate
When I’ve got no one to fight for
I remember the day
In a whiskey-soaked daze
Where I kinda lost my way
And she chose not to stay
Didn’t like the way I played
Through a smoke filled haze
That was itching her eyeballs
A man once wrote Lay Lady Lay
And the Sad Eyed Lady
Of the Lowlands and hey
That one bout the Slow Train
Coming but what’s in a name
And would his songs be the same
If he were still called Robert Zimmerman
So this song is a wrap
Although the lyrics are crap
Hope my shoulder won’t feel a tap
From the policeman in the hat
In charge of poetry and rap
Closing the handcuffs with a snap
Saying this song is disrespectful
Time to finish this song
Before it gets too long
And the words start going wrong
Cos the rhymes aren’t that strong
They burn like coals in hot tongs
In my Dylanesque song
That I’ve got no one to sing to