You can whistle while you work
Put your shoulder down without a shirk
And sing the song that gets you through the day
Yet the stubborn vice whose verse
Has damned my way which is cursed
And left me all alone in disarray
For no sweet tune seems to find
Its path to my soul or mind
And has left me with nothing more to hear
I would love to know your song
In hope's that soon I will belong
It's the lonely silence I'll sadly always fear