He's all alone at the church organ's seat
Where there's not a single soul to meet
No friendly smile for him to greet

No kindly friend to make him complete

His mind wanders as night slowly sunders
He lays his head in his hands and wonders
About the endless and wretched lonely summers
He's spent wanting to be like others

Rage boils up and pulses through his body
He smashes his fist down furiously
And among the broken pipes and twisted keys
He stays weeping quietly on his knees