My Other People

I went along
I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?

I've been a painter at an easel
Been a butcher at his block
Been a clown under stage lights
Been a martyr with his cross
I've seen a hundred boring evenings
Seen a thousand angry nights
I held the world at the bottom of a pint glass
Picked a hundred stupid fights

And these people
They can really help you now
And these people
They can really help you now

You're not alone

I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?
I went along
I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?