Solo (So Low) - Joe Jackson

So low — It’s just what it seems

An empty thing

Waiting on somebody who never calls

Listening

In the night to something scratching round behind the walls

Solo — With no one to care

So low — The cupboards are bare

So now to dine

On three stale crackers and a fifth of gin

And say you’re fine

Feeling like something that the dog dragged in

Oh one has to laugh

Still safe and warm

With peace of mind

After storms

Solo — You stare into space

So low — Scared to look at your face

Scared to find

Someone in the mirror who you can’t recall

Pale and lined

Talking to himself and saying fuck 'em all

Though one must admit

Chances are few

To try to be

Someone new

Though one gets to play

With no referee

Peace at last

Guaranteed