There will be no consolation prize
This time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise
And no sweet taste of victoryAll the stars have fallen from the sky
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleepUnloved, unloved
Unloved, unlovedHere I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
And dreams are drunk and penniless
Here I am inside my father's arms
All jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
Whisper to me sweetly now
And tell me I will never dieUnloved, unloved
Unloved, unlovedHere I am an empty hallway
Broken window, rainy night
I am nineteen sixty-two
And I am ready for a fightPeople crying hallelujah
While the bullet leaves the gun
People falling, falling, falling
And I don't know where they're falling from
Are theyUnloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved
Hoping that the kindness
Will lead us past the blindness
And not another living soul
Will ever have to feelUnloved, unloved
Unloved, unlovedUnloved, unloved
