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 board
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 exrta baggage
Look it up and send it down the road
As far as lonely goes
From the has-bents 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…