Late at night a disc jockey plays a sad song by request For some lonely girl in a one room world whose tears won't let her rest For she lives every word of the song she just heard As she clutches her pillow so tight She's just one of those lonely people in the night It's three a.m. in New York City but the wino he doesn't know His bottle is empty his pockets are empty and where did his pals all go He shared with them and he cared for them For a while everything was all right Now he's one of those lonely people in the night Just look at the lonely people in this world There's too many women without a man and boys without a girl If we lonely people could find one another What a happy world this could be For there's too many lonely people just like me