The man is all alone with his thoughts, there’s nothing he can do about it
The love is gone, his life is empty, and there’s no need to write a song

Another day will come and go, but, it doesn’t matter much to him now
Up on the hill he sees the nonsense, of living life without a love

The only lonely night that he had
Now is happening every night
He doesn’t know that someone is looking at him
A blonde angel is by his side

The man bended on his knees, trying to find a way
To go home or someplace else, where he could find some solace
And when tomorrow comes, he will go to bed
He will pray for the morning to come and relieve his pain

The only lonely night that he had
Now is coming every night
He doesn’t know that someone is looking at him
A blonde angel is by his side

The man bended on his knees, trying to find a way
To go home or someplace else, where he could find some solace
And when tomorrow comes, he will go to bed
He will pray for the morning to come and relieve his pain