Lonely Years

Face is turning white
From the salt of all my tears
Face is turning white
From the salt of all my tears
Lost everything I had
I got to face five lonely years
Everybody’s got trouble
I got to live with mine right now
Everybody’s got trouble
I got to live with mine right now
I am going to take a little walk now, people
And I will try to get along somehow
I will be leaving right now, people
I’ve got to stop now and figure out my time
I’ve got to get a bus, people
I’ve got to stop now and figure out my time
I believe with a feeling
I’ve got to move on down the line