After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera´s flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.

Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo´s haze.
Shiny guitar hung on gold lamé.
And you, you were the lonely one.
You were the lonely one.
When you perform it´s so intense.
When the critics pan I write in your defense.
I understand I´m just a fan, I´m just a fan.
When I get home I turn off the alarm.
I´ve checked the phone, no messages on.
I play the ones from yesterday.
I play your song just to hear you say that....
You, you´re the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.
You, you´re the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.