It's been a long time since I prayed Let the words fall where they may Forgive me now for what I'm about say Tired of being on my knees Sick of begging You please Since the day You took him away from me God, now how much more do I have to hurt? How far down do You wanna see me go, tell me God, You don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love Don't You think I'm lone, lonely enough? You've got the power in your hands To change the master plan Every star and every grain of sand You can bring him back today Just roll the stone away Before there's nothing left of me to save God, now how much more do I have to hurt? How far down do You wanna see me go, tell me? God, You don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love Don't You think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? How far down do You wanna see me go, tell me? God, You don't know the sadness of this place Show me amazing grace And give me back my love, love Don't You think I'm lone, lonely enough? Won't You give me back my love, love? Don't You think I'm lone, lonely enough? Don't You think I'm lone, lonely enough?

He's the mayor of Lonely Town, population: one Population: one Staring a hole in the ground, staring at the sun (Oh, woah) And I'm starting to feel like he might be real Like he's something I might become Running for mayor of Lonely Town, population: one See the mayor of Lonely Town standing in the square At the county fair Shouting his message out But there's no one there (Oh, there) And the silence surrounds but he's lost in the sound Of their army of fifes and drums Marching for mayor of Lonely Town, population: one (Sha, bada, bada, bada, bada) If you want to go to Lonely Town Just pay the fare (Babada, dabada, dabada) Unless you're with me Then you'll get in for free, 'cause, baby I know the mayor (Dadadoh) No one seems to want to be near; they all run away But deep inside, a song you can hear Calling out your name Well the mayor of Lonely Town, tucking into bed (Oh-oh) What's inside his head? Visions of sugarplums and loneliness (Oh, yes) Now we've all got to be what we want to be But that doesn't seem quite so fun To be the mayor of Lonely Town, population Staring a hole in the ground, population Mayor of Lonely Town, population: One (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)