I'm almost at the end of my journey,
On the road where dreams are left,
A lonely woman walks by her self,
Where dreams of lovers,
have started to die,
There are others who before me have cried,
Ive walked in the shadows of someone else,
And on the trail of tears that they left.
With lonely battles inside myself,
Of right and wrong,
Another night to walk alone.
Here I am where others have wept,
A lonely woman walks by herself.
Is this all that loving brings?
On the boulvard of broken dreams.
Sometime I see the tears of the past,
Maylyn Monroe,
and her painted smile mask,
Even hollywoods queens,
Sometime ask,
Why doesn't love last?
As I walk on the trail where others have wept.
A lonely woman walks by her self.