written by Warren Zevon 1971. Mr. Bones Music Inc. Publishing BMI. Softly falls the morning rain. Loneliness comes around again. And I sit and sing my song. 'Though it never seems to matter. And it never fills the emptiness inside. Frozen notes hang suspended in the autumn air. While someone waits for someone to come somewhere. No one waits for me. 'Cause I thought I wanted to be free. Now I'm wondering why I said goodbye. Looking through my window. At the dark and troubled sky. I think I see the ship of the brokenhearted passing by. And I turn away. From today. To where we used to lie. And I cry. Yes I cry. And I cry. While softly falls the morning rain. Loneliness comes around again.