Hey hey…

This one’s for the mothers, who’ve lost a child.
This one’s for the gypsies, who left their house behind.
This is for the strangers sleeping in my heart,
Take what they want and leave while it’s still dark.

No one is glamorously lonely all by themselves.

This is a song for the unloved.
This is the music for one last cry.
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind.
It’s a song for the unloved… the unloved.

This one’s for the bride's maid, never the bride.
And this one’s for the dreamers, locked their faith inside.
And this is for the widows, who think there’s only one,
for the dying fathers, never told their sons.

No one is glamorously lonely.
Follow your heart.

This is a song for the unloved.
This is the music for one last cry.
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind.
It’s a song for the unloved… the unloved.

Oh…tomorrow the sun will shine,
And dry the tears in your eyes.
Suddenly love comes alive…
Suddenly love comes alive…

For one last cry… just one last cry…


This is a song for the unloved.
This is the music for one last cry.
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind.

This is a song for the unloved.
This is the music for one last cry.
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind.

This is…this is a song for the unloved.
This is the music for one last cry.
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind.

It’s a song for the unloved… the unloved.