Quarter past two and I'm on my own Everybody's in their separate homes I sit in silent isolation Empty rooms give me space to think Push my thoughts right to the brink Sitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to run Nowhere to run Sometimes I feel there's nothing new Sometimes I feel there's so much to do Sometimes I feel I've almost got a clue Most times I'm lonely and I don't know For who Crisis rising at the quarter hour Over walls of darkness the moon glowers The buzz and blur of far off cars fades out Alone, my self possessions I'm torn apart by self obsession I need someone else to think about Sometimes I feel there's nothing new Sometimes I feel there's so much to do Sometimes I feel I've almost got a clue Most times I'm lonely and I don't know For who For who For who For who ... Quarter past two and I'm on my own Everybody's in their separate homes I sit in silent isolation Empty rooms give me space to think Push my thoughts right to the brink Sitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to run I got nowhere to run Sometimes I feel there's nothing new Sometimes I feel there's so much to do Sometimes I feel I've almost got a clue Most times I'm lonely and I don't know For who