| Singer sings | |||
| Dancers dance | |||
| Lights flicker | |||
| Alone again | |||
| Always | |||
| It seems | |||
| Nine months of | |||
| Working graveyard | |||
| Now I sit | |||
| Free again | |||
| Alone | |||
| Not much new | |||
| After so | |||
| Long | |||
| Feelings run | |||
| Low | |||
| It becomes all | |||
| Too | |||
| Natural | |||
| I think, maybe | |||
| I accept it | |||
| Now | |||
| I've forgotten all else | |||
| If I ever knew | |||
| Another | |||
| Way | |||
| They say one | |||
| Must accept | |||
| Their | |||
| Fate | |||
| Well I suppose so | |||
| But I wish it | |||
| Wasn't | |||
| This | |||
| Well, I've | |||
| Learned to love | |||
| Rhythm and | |||
| Blues | |||
| So all is | |||
| Not | |||
| Lost | |||
| Still, if only | |||
| I had a | |||
| Hand to | |||
| Hold | |||