She likes to lie stark naked in the rain
And feels the water trickle through her legs
Surround her self in nature the smell of earth and moisture
It goes straight to her head
Eventually she repairs to the shed
She has the place arranged to fit her needs
She nestles in a bower of steaming hot house flowers
The wetness forms a pool beneath the garden tools
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
Their hobbies do in some respects compare
Though he prefers the safety of indoors
He's on a secret mission a chrome and MDF vision
The dust clog every pore
He's happiest when deafened by the noise
Of drill and bit and grinding masonry
He settles in the debris and improvises daily
Don't knock it till you try a spot of DIY
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
Then one night he spied her through the blinds
Now he fantasises she might be his bride
But as he watches her disrobe he knows there is no hope
Cos if you never leave your home
You'll always be alone
Through it all a lesson should be learned
And even you must finally accept
Though self gratification and a good imagination
Will do the job quite well you know that in the end
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
You're always on your own
Just enjoy it
All you'll always be alone
There's nothing for it
