Lonely Kingdom

Back up the stairs, last door to the right, make a left down the hall and come inside You'll find me there, rustling around Go down the stairs make a left at the light, past the bar with the sad old men inside I won't be there, but I'm feeling the same way Come on man this your own hell, take a breath, get a grip and a hold of yourself All this drudging around is not the greatest look There's a sound coming from your room It's a sound I haven't heard in ages; she screams in ecstasy And you scream in your release as it echoes through the hall There's a song coming from your room It's a song I haven't heard in ages; she laughs a melody and you laugh a harmony And it's all too much for me Look at me, I've got accouterments of the life: I got cash and I've got time But I burn one just to pass the other Look at me: I've got accoutrements of the life: classic novels and bottles of wine But no one to drink or talk them over with If I am the king, then I am a king down on his knees I am the king! I am the king of the loneliest kingdom