The Hollyfelds:What It Feels Like

It's Friday night, and the moon is full And the kids are all out on the street.
I'm alone, with nothing but a telephone And there's nobody to call out to meet.

And my man's a million miles away
Yes my man's a million miles away

At least that's....what it feels like when you're lonely
And missing....the one you love.
At least that's....what it feels like when you're lonely
And wishing you were with the one you're dreaming of.

Well. Mr. Clock, says it's half-past ten. Everybody in the world's at a party I wasn't invited too.
So here I am, Drinking all alone again. But I can't drink enough to stop thinking of you.