He knows that you don't have to be alone to be lonely
He's sitting at the bar and the tip jar is overflowing
With I.O.U.'s and "way past dues" all of the promises just grow
But you know that they'll fall through
She keeps clicking at her heels but she's not home yet
And that tornado's twist just whisked her into bed
Knocking boots with hanging fruit
Those pillow mark scars do no harm but her ego is bruised
They know that you don't have to be alone to feel lonely
So on this tornado night, beneath neon lights, they won't be