Can it really be that lone since I've been home to momma? Can it really be that long as the letters try to say?
I'm more lonesome right now than ever I remember. I'm more lonesome right now than I was yesterday.
I'm running out of tomorrows. All the good ole boys are gone.
I'm running out of tomorrows, singin' yesterday's song.
Here's another cheap motel out on 101 to Fresno. Got the TV turned up loud. Too much quiet makes me blue.
Once I thought I'd be a doctor but I quit school runnin' wild. There's no one here to sit beside me. There's nothin' I can really do.
I just looked into the mirror. All my hair is getting' thin. I just looked into the mirror where a young man used to be.
And I remember Mary. She went and married some young lawyer.
Lord, I remember Mary; was all I ever hope to see.