Suzi Quatro

In a rainy city all alone
I had no place to call my own
Small hotel and smokin' cigarettes
Noboby knows what a pain it gets
Do you believe when I tell you
That lonely is the hardest
Do you believe when I tell you
That lonely is the hardest state of all
Wrap my arms around a sleepless night
Count the hours 'til the morning light
Pin up photographs on empty walls
riting poems to noone at all