Still Lonesome In The Crowded West

Alien in my own skin, wearing my façade. Prima facie all's well. 04/04/08

I wear a smile every day
Calling all kinds of positive energy my way
But still I’m lonely

Everyone who meets me loves me
They make it so apparent
In no way transparent
The opacity
is plain to see
This is genuine
And still, I’m
Lonesome
How come?
I love
and am loved
So why
Am I
So lonesome?

I’ve got great friends
And the party never ends
I can’t even get enough quiet time
So why this feeling of mine?
I feel it all the time
This feeling, that I’m
Isolated
So let it [be].

See,
if it were up to me
I wouldn’t change a thing
So one would think
That I’d be happy, and I am
Happier than
I’ve ever been
But something
Is missing
Could it be?
Couldn’t be.
Eventually
We’ll see

Until then, I
Will just get by
With a little help from them;
My friends.

Author's Note

This one�s heavy in musical influences. As in, "chock-full."
Written listening to Jefferson Airplane