I Never left the halls of the lonely.
I was always there in that place
the noise of my voice was lost,
lost in that lonely space,

Sometimes that's just how you end up feeling,
you know where you are but you feel overwhelmed,
just surrounded by the sound of your own voice,
wishing that someone would walk bye and hear the noise,

Then I started to sing made up songs,
wordless winding and skat that moved,
I was all lonely and listening to my own voice,
just neverendingly sending out tunes,

Then a different song came back,
not mine but an accompaniment that matched,
so I sung a little more to fill in the space,
and an echo came back with a pretty face,

She sang to me and I gave her my reply,
I felt at home in her soft brown eyes,
She'd been singing and waiting just like me
I found her there in the halls of the lonely.