Burning of the Midnight Lamp

The morning is dead and the day is too there's nothing left here to greet me but the velevet moon all my loneliness i have felt today it's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away i continue to burn the midnight lamp alone Now the smiling portrait of you is stll hangin' on my frowning wall but it really doesn't really doesn't bother me too much at all it's just the, uh, ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see that forgotten ear-ring laying on the floor facing coldly toward the door and i continue to burn the midnight lamp whoa, alone Burn yeah yeah lonely lonely lonely loneliness is such a, drag So here i sit to face that same old fire place gettin' ready for the sam old explosion goin' through my mind and soon enough time will tell about the circus and the wishingwell and someone who will by and sell for me someone who will toll my bell and i continue to burn the same old lamp alone Yeah, right now can you hear me callin' you so lonely gotta blow my mind yeah yeah lonely lonely lonely blow my mind yeah