Dying Alone

I worry about dying alone
On the other side of conversation,
On the phone
With a telemarketer
Who can't wait to get home

I worry about losing my mind
Talking to myself
Asking for time
With a blank agenda
And no one to lend a hand

But I know I've got people to love me
And will go whenever time wants me
I consider myself to be pretty lucky
Don't you?

But I know I've got people to love me
And I will go to whatever town calls me
Just help me get this paranoia out of my head