Chris Isaak

If you drive late at night, and pass the town at night.
And know that someone lies awake not sleeping.
If you drive fast at night, and hear the wind at night.
And know tha sometimes you can hear them weeping, the lonely ones.
The lonely ones.
And though you'd like to stop, you know it's wrong to stop.
The nights' to dark for you to ever reach them, the lonely ones.
The lonely ones.