Lonely

She steals the morning
 From a sunset still on water
 She brightens the day
 While clouds precipitate from clutter
 She'll light up the night with lightning strikes
 It's followed by trails of thunder
 Unlike the storm, decorated in scorn
 She's left with fear of wonder
 She's lonely, lonely, lonely
 Pack up your bags and go home
 She lies in the bed
 While nobody's there, covered
 In a sheet that adheres and covers up her tears of suffer
 Day by day she'll anticipate
 You'll return to her without flowers
 But with open arms and you James Dean charm
 And your pedestal for her still towers
 She's lonely, lonely, lonely
 Pack up your bags and go home
 She'll walk across land
 That's been left by man
 All of it undiscovered
 Through all the hills, the creeks, and the fields
 If you were there left to love her
 She's lonely, lonely, lonely
 Pack up your bags and go home