It's a long stretch of highway, at midnight in New Mexico   It's a small colored light, that shines from you car radio   It's the old motel owner, who sleeps on a cot, and gives you the very last cup from his pot   It's a lonely feeling, it's what you got   It's a lonely feeling, like it or not      It's a crack in the sidewalk, right next to a pay telephone   It's someone's recorder when you're hoping that someone is home   It's an hour to kill, to do as you please, but nobody's up for just shooting the breeze   It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease   It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leaves      It's three men from Chile, who are tired and they wanna go home   they're run out of money, and are stuck up in east Oregon   so you give them the small bit of change in your hand,   you try to speak Spanish, but they don't understand   It's a lonely feeling, it gets to a man   It's a lonely feeling, that runs through the land      It's your best friend from high school, who sees you and wishes you well   you try to break through, but you've run out of stories to tell   so you bid him goodbye, and you step into space, but there's so many questions that you cannot face   It's a lonely feeling, taking his place   It's a lonely feeling, you just can't erase      It's a statue of Jesus your Grandmother had when she died   all cracked and all yellow, and you know you should throw it aside   but you're growing religious the older you get, you haven't been saved, but it could happen yet   It's a lonely feeling, full of regret   It's a lonely feeling, won't let you forget      It's a bus stop, a street cop, an old dog, a new kid a bum.   It's fried and rejected, neglected and blind deaf and dumb.   But you look in the mirror, and you're still hanging in   It's there to remind you how lucky you're been   It's a lonely feeling, now an again   It's only a feeling that comes now and then