Janis Ian Solitaire
You play your solitaire in solitary rooms Time out from Eliot to rest your head "Did Robert Frost mean suicide?" you ask a friend and wash your hair before you go to bed
Reading Nietzsche in the dark Superman without the spark Lonely heart
You count your friends as many though they number two You throw small parties attended by few and spend the evening criticizing all you do As if your being honest meant your being true
Still it's better to wound a friend Someone who'll understand Someone who can defend Lonely man
The window, shut, admits no perfume Your bed is empty occupied by only you who plays his solitaire in solitary rooms Do you think the poets really wrote for you?
Death cannot enter through the window and life is left behind because there is no time Lonely mind Solitaire
