She used to sing sweet love songs
and leave the men all humbling

But now she stumbles home
where another wall is crumbling

Dressed in black with a gun in her bag
People are so blind
She can’t see a thing
for the shadows in her mind

One more time
The loneliest man
Walks on by
the loneliest woman
who walks on by
the loneliest man
who walks on by
the loneliest woman

Dressed for a fight
Yet this man seems the blueprint of distinction
But underneath
He’s fighting his personal extinction

All tooled up with a nicotine stub
People are so blind
He can’t see a thing
for the shadows in his mind

One more time
The loneliest man
Walks on by
the loneliest woman
who walks on by
the loneliest man
who walks on by
the loneliest woman