Don't know what you are going to do with this time
On your own is the question on your mind
Ain't it a funny thing
To accept
That you are the worst company
That you have ever kept.

What are you gonna do
You are living all alone
There's no place to go out
And no reason to come home.

Then, oh its so ironic
Here's this girl with all her friends
Sitting in such solitude
Trying desperately to mend
And suddenly the four walls
Are closing in around
The daily defenses
Are all falling down.
What are you gonna do
You are living all alone
There's no place to go out
And no reason to come home.

And you just can't seem too follow through with
Anything that you start to do
You leave the television talking to
The empty air
You leave your plate half full
And you comb half your hair.
What are you gonna do
You are living all alone
There's no place to go out
And no reason to come home