Dr. Lonely (4:55)

I called Doctor Lonely,
Asked him, how does this end?
Will it come hard and sharp and sudden,
Or will I go slowly ‘round the bend?

Calling Doctor Lonely,
Please tell me I’ll be loved.
The moon is in the dark tonight,
There’s nothing, nothing, nothing up above.

Heard the wind blow past my window,
Heard the trucks pass on the street,
Heard a stranger shout out to his children,
But not a word did that stranger say to me.

And there’s no song, no music in heaven,
No matter how hard I pray.
When Doctor Lonely tells you nothing,
You know that nothing, nothing, nothing’s here to stay.

I say Doctor Lonely,
I must be going deaf,
Is this how it feels to be dying?
Calling you with my last breath.