Don't know what you are going to do with this timeOn your
own is the question on your mindAin't it a funny thingTo
acceptThat you are the worst companyThat you have ever kept.What
are you gonna doYou are living all aloneThere's no place to
go outAnd no reason to come home.Then, oh its so
ironicHere's this girl with all her friendsSitting in such
solitudeTrying desperately to mendAnd suddenly the four wallsAre
closing in aroundThe daily defensesAre all falling down.What are
you gonna doYou are living all aloneThere's no place to go
outAnd no reason to come home.And you just can't seem too
follow through withAnything that you start to doYou leave the
television talking toThe empty airYou leave your plate half
fullAnd you comb half your hair.What are you gonna doYou are
living all aloneThere's no place to go outAnd no reason to
come home