Verse one
Being alone is real great
You can do things.
Tonight I am alone.
No noise, but my noise.
Thermostat not too hot or too cold.
Stereo up or down as I please.
No “excuse me” if I cough or burp.
No “gezundheit” on a sneeze.
Being alone is real great.
You can: blow your nose,
Strike a pose,
Squash a rose.
Clean your toes,
Read or doze,
Count your woes,
Shed your clothes,
Being alone.
Turn up the music, sing,
be Placido,
or, with an old kitchen knife
for a baton
lead the symphony
Be Zubin Mehta,
take a deep bow
and not get stabbed by
the First Violin
or poked in the butt –
that’s security!
Being alone, you can
turn off the music,
turn off the lights,
turn off the world.
So still now. So quiet.
Being alone is real great.
Verse two
I’d rather be with you.
-By Bill Dowey