All the lonely people, where do they all come from?   Is it something that we are or something that we've done?   And is there anybody else as lonely as me?   And if so, where could you be?   We could play cards or something      And is this really all that we are?      All the desperate people, what do we need to find?   Is it in our circumstances, or is it lost inside?   I'm not pretty enough to be this dumb   And I'm not brilliant enough to be this much of a loser      When will we all be lost in love?   When will your world have suffered enough?   It's like the snow falling in May   Tell me it'll end someday   Because I can't take much more of these mistakes      All the dying people, where do they all go to?   Will this growing body count ever be enough for you?      When will we all be lost in love?   When will your world have suffered enough?   It's like the snow falling in May   Tell me it'll end someday   Because I can�t take much more of these mistakes      Someday I'll be strong   Someday I'll be true   One day I'll be gone   One day I'll be through   Like answers without form   Like a pleasant bitter taste   This calm inside the storm   What a beautiful disgrace      Someday I'll be strong   Someday I'll be able   One day I'll be gone   One day I'll be stable   Like the lightning before thunder   Like the words behind your face   I'll stand back in wonder   At the world you laughed into place