if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself
and vis it a nearby town.
In an effort to make clear
to whoever what it's like
left standing in the lurch
At a church where people sing
I know that's tough, she stood him up,
as I did on my own, alone again
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay
the role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
I know that there's no doubt
I talk about God and His mercy
I know He really does exist
I truly am indeed alone again,
Seems to me that there are more
hearts broken in the world
than can be mended, left unattended
Do you, do you, do do you?
And looking back over the years,
whatever else there appears
never wish ing to hide the tears
And at sixty -five years old,
my mother, God rest her soul,
couldn't understand why the
only man she'd ever loved
Left leaving her to start
with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me,
no words were ever spoken
And when she passed away,
I'll ne 'er forget that day
Alone again at Trapeze you