Alone is not a bad way to be;
You’re the director, the driver, the boss.
You answer to no one, you go where you please,
You let no one near, you suffer no loss.
You travel light, and you walk alone;
You were born to wander, not to stay.
Your feet were made to walk, and
Your eyes to see the sights along the way.
You are a rock, you are an island.
You need no love, you need no friends,
You don’t get attached, you live for yourself,
That way you’re protected from pain in the end.
When you linger a moment, that’s when it goes wrong
When you pause for a second, and stay for too long
When your temporary shelter becomes your true home
When your heart wants to stay, but you still need to roam
When you talk to a stranger and find a best friend
When you fall in love, but know it’s only pretend
When there are things in your life you don’t want to let go
When your world’s full of people who’ve helped you to grow
When you suddenly realise that this is your life
When you now have it all, from the joy to the strife
When you wish you’d kept moving, wish you’d stayed tough
When you no longer think that the smooth’s worth the rough
When your heart will break if you hear another goodbye
When you’ve said it so much, you can no longer cry
Alone was not a bad way to be
Until you weren’t for a while.
But now you are once again
And you’ve lost your smile.
So all you can do is pack up and move on.
Be a rock, again. Be an island, again.