Through The Book

Oh it's a funny thing to be alone

No one to hug, no one to hold

No one to wonder when you're coming home

No one to miss you when you're gone

So you try and you try

But you can't figure why

No one wants you the way they should

But you keep reading on

Through the book

Oh it's a funny thing to be alone

Everything open with nowhere to go

And so you kick it at the house alone

Call it "getting good at being on your own"

And you toss and you turn almost every night

Wondering why you can't get it right

But you keep pushing on

Through the book

Oh it's a scary thing to be alone

Wondering if someone will come along

So you question if it's all you know

When no one's calling on the telephone

It's a push and a pull

And a strain in your soul

'Cause you know that it's all a lie

So you keep pushing on

Through the book

No you never meant to be alone

Getting used to being far from home

But when you left, you were just moving on

Now you miss it, 'cause it's finally gone

So you cry and you cry

'Til you dry up your eyes

'Cause you can't just go back in time

So you keep pushing on

Through the book

It goes page, page by page, day by day

Next day you're gonna say you found your way

Day by day, just keep turning that

Page, page by page, day by day

Next day you're gonna say you found your way

Day by day, just keep turning that

Page, page by page, day by day

Next day you're gonna say you found your way

Day by day, just keep turning that

Page, page by page, day by day

Next day you're gonna say you found your way