Long nosed old pros trading used quotes
And men with pencils making copious notes
Out in the dark of the far left wing
There's an old man shaking a sheet of tin
Judgements fall into well spun webs
The ditches are full of used bayonets
The local priest still holds the floor
With the same old lines from the time before
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love, ain't that tough!
Don't you know when I've had enough
I'd like to be alone
Just to be alone
Oh to be alone
Sacred professions still guard the walls
But the castle-keep's guaranteed to fall
Selling souls for a mean half truth
But the clown and the king share a palace roof
Broken flowers leave a funeral train
When you're out in the desert don't you pray for rain
Don't you know when I've had enough
Laugh at love, all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough
I'd like to be alone
Just to be alone
Oh to be alone
They fool themselves
Into thinking that they're talking about it
That they never doubted
Want to be alone,
Got to be alone
Ahhhh
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
I'd like to be alone
Got to be alone
(Solo-Bridge)
Ah, don't you know when I've had enough
Laugh at love, ain't that tough
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love, and all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough
I'd like to be alone
Just to be alone
Got to be alone
Want to be alone
Oh, to be alone
Alone, alone, alone
Got to be alone
Wanna be alone
Got to be alone