Lots of success, confused by the stress
Millions of burning spotlights,
the music and the crowds
From a job to a job, concerts without a stop
Tuning in the back room, stage fright and fans
But in the night, when the lights are burning low
And all is silence, you’re so lonesome
Oh, so lonesome

Groupies I pass, they empty my glass
Touching’ me to be satisfied,
but to them I’m just a gas
There are days without a rest,
even don’t get dressed
Go and spread out your mighty wings and
sink like a bird
Yet, for tonight, when lights are burning low
All you know is, you’re lonesome
Oh so lonesome, ooh…

Yet, tonight, when light are burning low
And all is silence, you’re so lonesome
Oh so lonesome…