Mr Lonely

You could call him Mr. Lonely ’Cause that’s the way he feels. He wants so much to find true love, But thinks he never will. He suffocates in solitude And he drowns in despair. He wishes there was someone else With which his love to share. He’s lost in all the loneliness The world can ever make. The deaf’ning silence from his house Is more than he can take. He goes to bars and clubs to find The woman of his dreams, But ev’ry lady that he meets Just isn’t right, it seems. He’s dying in the doldrums A single’s life can bring. He wants to find a special girl And do that dating thing. He has been lonely way too long. He can’t take anymore Of the deep and dark depression That’s knocking at his door. And when he thought that loneliness Would be his only fling, Then piercing through the silence, yes The telephone did ring. Perhaps he has another chance. There may be hope, you see. The caller on the other end. Her name is Tiffany.