Lonely I see,
Lonely I lead.
Lonely I feel,
Lonely I bleed,
Lonely I trust.
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck.

The plow on the farm,
The train on the track,
The tracks on my arm,
The train in a wreck.
That's when they all seem to swarm,
Not when you are all alone
In your home with the broken neck.

Help myself to a drink,
Help myself to the sink.
The dogs start to moan
And the crows start to peck.
At my eyes and down at the ground
Oh, and it shows
I'm the rose with the broken neck.

Lonely I see,
Lonely I lead.
Lonely I feel.
And lonely I bleed,
Lonely I trust.
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck.