Each place I go, only the lonely go;
Some very small cafe.
The songs I know, only the lonely know;
Recalls a love that used to be.
The dreams I dream, only the lonely dream,
Of lips as warm as May.
That hopeless scheme only the lonely scheme,
That soon, somewhere,
You'll find the one that used to care,
And you'll recall each fun time.
Those picnics at the beach, when love was new,
It well could be the one time
A hopeless little dream like that comes true.
If you find love, hang on to each caress,
And never let love go;
For when it's gone, you'll know the loneliness,
The heartbreak only the lonely know.