You know it gets too much
And sometimes she cries like a baby
But she's almost certain it'll pass
When she becomes a lady

But while she's still a young girl
Love is avoidin' her
And thank God for the radio
And the color TV, oh, oh, oh, oh

Heroes are hard to find in the cold world
But not in her mind
And she's talkin' to Jesus
During the radio station breaks

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she listens to the records, playin' on the radio
And she's fallin' in love with a singer

Now she's feelin' better and she's feelin' good
But she's coming down by the time the song is over
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone the solitary one

Oh, hurryin' home, oh God, it's been one of those bad days
But with a flick of a switch and a twist of the dial
She gets love on the airwaves
And they send her favorite lovers to keep her satisfied
And she's talkin' to Jesus during the radio station breaks

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she listens to the records playin' on the radio
And she's fallin' in love with a singer, ooh

Now she's feelin' better 'cause she's feelin' good
But she's comin' down by the time the song is over
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone solitary one

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone the solitary one

All alone the solitary one
All alone the solitary one
All alone the solitary one

Writer : R. SPRINGFIELD
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group