The man is all alone with his thoughts, there's nothing he can do about it The love is gone, his life is empty, and there's no need to write a song Another day will come and go, but, it doesn't matter much to him now Up on the hill he sees the nonsense, of living life without a love The only lonely night that he had Now is happening every night He doesn't know that someone is looking at him A blonde angel is by his side The man bended on his knees, trying to find a way To go home or someplace else, where he could find some solace And when tomorrow comes, he will go to bed He will pray for the morning to come and relieve his pain The only lonely night that he had Now is coming every night He doesn't know that someone is looking at him A blonde angel is by his side The man bended on his knees, trying to find a way To go home or someplace else, where he could find some solace And when tomorrow comes, he will go to bed He will pray for the morning to come and relieve his pain