The Single Man

I live alone, that hasn't always been easy to do for just a single man

Sometimes it's nice the walls talk back to me,

They seem to say, wasn't yesterday a better day?

Always alone, at home or in a crowd,

A single man off on his private cloud,

'Cause in a world that few men understand,

I am what I am, the single man.

Once was a time, I can't remember when,

The house was filled with love, but then again,

It might have been imagination's plan

To help along a single man.