2001

I’m not in touch with my emotions
I am a little kid going through the motions
I read a lot of old science fiction
And talk to no one with great conviction
I go to the movies on my own
I watch '2001: A Space Odyssey'; come home, get stoned
Oh, they all tell me
That I’m not alone
That I’m just lonely
Not used to being on my own
I wake up, I’m scattered and still drunk
I read Jack Vance, don’t see myself getting up
Turning the pages, on a dying Sunday
Use your imagination that it won’t feel like this one day
I go to the movies on my own
I watch John Carpenter’s 'The Thing', and I just catch a train home
And they all tell me
That I’m not alone
I’m just lonely
Yeah, what the hell would they know?
Would they know?