always had the best of everything
anything money could buy
i go first class and i’ll live like a king till i die
i surround myself with treasure
and devote each day to pleasure
until late at night this king begins to cry
and i have cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
nobody there to hold my trembling hand
and i cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
with nobody there to love or understand
in the comfort of my castle
i have lived my life in style
let the troubled world just come and pass me by
i surround myself with treasure
and i fill each day with pleasure
until late at night this king begins to cry
and i have cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
nobody there to hold my trembling hand
and i cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
with nobody there to love or understand
in the hollow of an empire
i’ve become a warrior king
hunting golden deals and million dollar schemes
when our fate has been decided
and my soul’s been subdivided
i will cry alone for half forgotten dreams
and i have cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
nobody there to hold my trembling hand
and i cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
with nobody there to love or understand
cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
nobody there to hold my trembling hand
and i cried like a baby
in the darkness of my room
with nobody there to love or understand
Artist: Bobby Sherman
Year: 1971
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 135