Loner - Margo Price

Being born is a curse

Dying young is worse

Finding love is the meaning of life

And in the land of the freedom, invisible chains

You get what you pay for

Sometimes you pay twice

And you go through the motions

Confused and alone

And wonder why truth ain’t easy to see

And they put you through school

And tell you you’re grown

And put you to work to buy shit you don’t need

What’s the matter with being a loner

Even a nobody’s somebody, too

Even the bums on the street are just dreamers

A face in the crowd no different than you

Ooh no different than you

Ooh no different than you

And if you don’t fit the mold they call you a failure

You travel too much and they’ll say that you’re lost

And you can take your pick

You either came from an ape

Or the dad of a magic man up on a cross

And loneliness follows

It’s always there with you

Through marriages, mortgages, sickness, and health

And you can fight your whole life to be who you are

Then decide if you’d rather be somebody else

What’s the matter with being a loner

Even a nobody’s somebody, too

Even the bums on the street are just dreamers

A face in the crowd no different than you

Ooh no different than you

Ooh no different than you

Ooh no different than you