Underneath the neon sign of Harry's Bar and Grill Someone hugs a bottle to take away the chill. Oh but the wind still blows carries his sleeping soul as far as lonely goes. Upstairs in a penthouse behind a golden door someone's drinking pink champagne to keep from being board. Between the highs and lows the icy wind still blows as far as lonely goes. You would never buy a bottle to wash away your troubles. If you could buy a suitcase for your soul. You would make a pretty package of all your exrta baggage. Look it up and send it down the road As far as lonely goes. from the has-bents to the haves from the mansions to the alleys from the riches to the rags underneath our clothes. We're all the same you know as far as lonely goes. I would never buy a bottle to wash away my troubles...