As Far As Lonely Goes

Underneath the neon sign
Of harry’s bar and grill
Someone hugs a bottle
To take away the chill
Oh, but the wind still blows
Carries his sleeping soul
As far as lonely goes
Upstairs in a penthouse
Behind a golden door
Someone’s drinking pink champagne
To keep from being bored
Between the highs and lows
The icy wind still blows
As far as lonely goes
You would never buy a bottle
To wash away your troubles
If you could buy a suitcase for your soul
You would make a pretty package
Of all your extra baggage
Lock it up and send it down the road
As far as lonely goes
From the has-beens to the haves
From the mansions to the alleys
From the riches to the rags
Underneath our clothes
We’re all the same, you know
As far as lonely goes
I would never buy a bottle
To wash away my troubles
If I could buy a suitcase for my soul
I would make a pretty package
Of all my extra baggage
Lock it up and send it down the road
As far as lonely goes