Home Alone 4 Songtext

Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than cleverI'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever..I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes"When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me whySo gently my eyelids close..All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of itBurn the midnight oil or pour it on my saladI lost the thread I thought I had...Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behindNo shame being a fool, I got many things on my mindPick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get out anymore..There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my doorSo gently my eyelids closeAll alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of itBurn the midnight oil or pour it on my saladI lost the thread I thought I had.. I lost it - I lost it. Yeah!Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor?And what's that noise outside my door??Home alone. On my own.. And all alone...