There's no one to be lonely with, No one who can barely smile, Only chattering conversations, When will tears be in style? I am weary of all the gladness, The grinning voices of the land, Tonight I wallow in sadness And the tragic mystery of man.
How can I speak of yesterday When I don't know what to say? How can I talk of tomorrow When words get in my way?
There's a language I never learned, A sadness I cannot reveal. There's a courage that has deserted me, I cannot tell what I feel. A tree is easy to chat with, The sky will say what it can. Even the moon is responsive, The silence is only man. Find a tree that you can love, Tell all your dreams to the sky, Give up your lust to the moon, And please be lonely as I
There's No one To Be Lonely With -James Kavanaugh, 1979 (for Patricia)