Mary cries out: "for the love of God". As she's walking out of the laundromat. Down the street and it's the short way home. Feeling special cause she's so alone. But we know:. (The world's full of lonely people). And it shows. (The world's full of lonely people). She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door. Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor. Writes a poem and turns the radio on. Every singer sings the same old song. And it goes:. (The world's full of lonely people). And it shows. (The world's full of lonely people). But when we she wanted me to go. She just had to let it show. To bring me down if she wanted me to leave. She just wore it on her sleeve. But at least I was around. But when we she wanted me to go. She just had to let it show. To bring me down if she wanted me to leave. She just wore it on her sleeve. At least I was around. Mary Ellen makes the moment count. As she's looking through old photographs. Pictures taken from an early age. Faces look back at her from the page. And they say. (The world's full of lonely people). It's ok. (The world's full of lonely people). It's ok. (The world's full of lonely people). But when we she wanted me to go. She just had to let it show. To bring me down if she wanted me to leave. She just wore it on her sleeve. But at least I was around. I was around. I was around. I was around. Mary Ellen makes the moment count