my head’s a lonesome doubt staring in the night.
and suddenly there shines a star that drags me to what's right.

a second light that shines, but who can tell the best?
there's no way I could make a choice between the right or left.

questions, answers, loneliness,
there’s no way to decide.
decisions tear and ache the one
on the lonesome side.

smash my head against the walls. eat the mess, my stomach calls.
throwing up the bitter rest. the first step of the last.

left is right, right is wrong,
but in the end the same.
sometimes early, sometimes late,
the place from where I came.
I’m on the lonesome side.