The Music of Lin Cremore: Music

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(This song is about women at different stages of their lives, who cope on their own in the face of adversity. )

Young girl puts her make up on with no conviction, doesn’t like the way she looks,
So sure no one will ever love her, like her heroes in her favourite books
And even as she’s setting out she already knows
She’ll be walking home alone,
For every night’s the same it’s just the way it goes
She’ll be walking home alone.

She puts her babies in the cradle and tip-toes away,
Taxi’s waiting at the corner, wonders how much she’s going to pay.
And even as she’s setting out she already knows
She’ll be walking home alone.
For every night’s the same, it’s just the way it goes,
She’ll be walking home alone.

And it’s no fun, being one of the forgotten people, no fun being one that no one sees.
No fun standing at the wall flowering, no fun when the pain inside don’t ease.
One of the lonely people,one of the lovely people,
One of the discarded, one of a kind .
One of the lonely people, one of the lovely people,
One of the discarded, one of a kind.

Looks back catches her reflection in the mirror,
Can’t escape the greying hair,
To want a little bit of loving, is that really so unfair?
And even as she’s setting out, she already knows
She’ll be walking home alone.

For every night’s the same it’s just the way it goes.
She’ll be walking home alone Walking home alone.
For every night’s the same it’s just the way it goes.
She’ll be walking home alone.
Walking home alone.

One of the lonely people, one of the lovely people,
One of the discarded, one of a kind,
One of the lonely people, one of the lovely people,
One of the discarded, one of a kind.