Dad - Home Alone 4 lyrics

Gently my eyelids close, I'd rather be good than clever I'd rather have all facts wrong than no reply whatever.. I learned before I could speak with those "being patient eyes" When God created my kind. But he forgot to tell me why So gently my eyelids close.. All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had... Led by hearts & ears - memory lagging behind No shame being a fool, I got many things on my mind Pick up the phone on first riiiing - I never get out anymore.. There's nowhere to go, but back and there's quicksand outside my door So gently my eyelids close All alone, at home I sit - I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had.. I lost it - I lost it. Yeah! Is that a shadow - or a hole in the floor? And what's that noise outside my door?? Home alone. On my own.. And all alone...