Man Alone, A (complete)

Writer(s): Rod Kuen
(from the CD A Man Alone)

1. I’ve Been To Town

I’ve been to town, I’ve walked the highways and in the suburbs too.
I’ve done somethings I never thought I’d ever do.
Now as I stand here looking down at you, you ask me why it is I frown.
I guess it’s ‘cause I’ve been to town.
I’ve been to town beyond the boulevard and down the beach,
I’ve learned some things that only time can teach,
For instance, love is more than just a speech,
It’s got to find a common ground,
I know ‘cause I’ve been to town.
Don’t tell me any more lies, I can’t waste any more years,
I’ve seen my image in your eyes,
Dissolve in disappointed tears.
I’ve been to town, you ask me do I know the Milky Way,
I do, and furthermore I’d like to say
It isn’t milky white, it’s dingy gray,
Especially when your world breaks down,
I know because I’ve been to town.

2. Empty Is

Speaks:
Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up.
Empty is the eyes of animals in cages.
Empty, faces of women mourning
When everything’s been taken from them.
Me, don’t ask me about empty.

Sings:
Empty is a string of dirty days
Held together by some rain.
And the cold winds drumming at the trees again.
Empty is the color of the fears
Long about September when the days
Go marching in a line toward November.
Empty is the hour before sleep chills you every night
And pushes you to take me away from every kind of light.
Empty is me. Empty is me.

3. Single Man, The

I live alone, that hasn’t always been easy to do for just a single man
Sometimes it’s nice the walls talk back to me,
They seem to say, wasn’t yesterday a better day?
Always alone, at home or in a crowd,
A single man off on his private cloud,
‘Cause in a world that few men understand,
I am what I am, the single man.
Once was a time, I can’t remember when,
The house was filled with love, but then again,
It might have been imagination’s plan
To help along a single man.

4. Lonesome Cities

There’s a few more lonesome cities that I’d like to see,
While the wine of wondering is still inside of me,
There’s a few more pretty women that I’d like to know,
Bridge or two I’d like to cross, a few more oats to sow,
Maybe when I’ve done it all, seen all there is to see,
I’ll find out I still cannot run away from me.
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I’ll be
And there’s a few more lonesome cities that I’ve yet to see.
Maybe when I’ve done it all, seen all there is to see,
I’ll find out I still cannot run away from me.
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I’ll be
And there’s a few more lonesome cities that I’ve yet to see.
One or two more lonesome cities that I’ve yet to see.

5. Beautiful Strangers, The

All the beautiful strangers who held me for a night,
And fell down in the darkness on pillows soft and white,
All the beautiful strangers, all in the afternoon,
Who praised my flat little summer, and came back to my room,
All the beautiful strangers, they spoiled me for a time,
And they taught me neon’s just as nice as afternoon sunshine.

6. Man Alone, A

In me you see a man alone, held by the habit of being on his own
A man who listens to the trembling of the trees, with sentimentals ease
In me you see a man alone, behind the wall he’s learned to call his home
A man who still goes walking in the rain, expecting love again.
A man not lonely, except when the dark comes on
A man learning to live with memories of midnights that fell apart at dawn.
In me you see a man alone, drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems, only other people’s dreams.
A man learning to live with memories of midnights that fell apart at dawn
In me you see a man alone, drinking up Sundays and spending them alone
A man who knows love is seldom what it seems just other people’s dreams.

7. Love’s Been Good To Me

I have been a rover, I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways, never found a home
Still in all I’m happy the reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way, love’s been good to me
There was a girl in Denver, before the summer storm
Oh, her eyes were tender, Oh, her arms were warm
And she could smile away the thunder, kiss away the rain
Even though she’s gone away, you won’t hear me complain
I have been a rover, I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways, never found a home
Still in all I’m happy, the reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way, love’s been good to me
There was a girl in Portland, before the winter chill
We used to go a-courtin’, along October hill
And she could laugh away the dark clouds, cry away the snow
It seems like only yesterday, as down the road I go
I’ve been a rover, I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways, never found a home
Still in all I’m happy, the reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way, love’s been good to me

8. Out Beyond The Window

Speaks:
My window looks out over the park,
And every year I move another story up.
So now I’m almost close enough
To the roof of the sky to touch it.
I could even move the clouds aside,
But no clouds come, if they did, I’d welcome them.
‘Cause I have very few visitors here any more.
There must be a highway somewhere, roads I’ve missed,
Something more than sky out beyond the window.
(music to the end)

9. Night

Speaks:
I can just about get through the day,
But the night makes me nervous
Not for any reason.
Except maybe that it catches you unaware,
And follows you the way a woman follows
When she wants something..
(music interlude)
I’ve been in every kind of night,
Why, I shouldn’t be afraid of darkness,
But for some reason, the night makes me nervous.
(music to the end)

10. Some Traveling Music

(music intro)
Speaks:
How can you say something new about being alone,
Tell somebody you’re a loner?
Right away they think you’re lonely,
It’s not the same thing, you know.
It’s not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket.
And that’s caring enough not to care too much.
Mostly, I guess it’s letting yourself come first for a while.
(music interlude)
One day, I’m gonna find me an island, a think place,
Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele,
Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking,
About the women and the towns that I left behind.
(music to the end)

11. Man Alone, A (Reprise)

(Music intro)
A man who’s learned to live with
Memories of midnights that fall apart at dawn.
Easy to be a man alone,
Just learn to make the whole wide world your home.
Don’t talk to strangers,
Someone might be kind, and muddle up your mind.

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