There’s A Flow Of Hidden Thoughts Behind Your Smoking There’s A Mountain Of Sadness On Your Shoulder There’s A River Of Tears Behind Your Laughing And I Know Them One By One
Ah Ah Ah Ah Now She’s On Her Own Now At Last She’s On Her Own
So You Had To Leave Your Home Behind To Make Sure So You Had To Hit The Road Before You Knew It So You Had To Sleep In Many Beds To Find Out That Your Home Is Just At Home
Ah Ah Ah Ah Now She’s On Her Own Now At Last She’s On Her Own
Ah Ah Ah Ah Now She’s On Her Own Now At Last She’s On Her Own