Two voices trade verses on a duet version of All By Myself, moving from memories of carefree youth to present loneliness. One recalls when love felt unnecessary; the other repeats the refrain about not wanting to be alone anymore. The piece contrasts past freedom with current emotional hunger.
When I was young, I never needed anyone, and making love was just for fun. Those days are gone. Living alone, I think of all the friends I've known, but when I dial the telephone, nobody's home.
All by myself. Don't want to be all by myself anymore.
Hard to be sure. Sometimes I feel so insecure, and love so distant and obscure remains the cure.
All by myself. Don't want to be all by myself anymore. All by myself. I don't want to live all by myself. Anymore.
When I was young, I never needed anyone, and making love was just for fun. Those days are gone.
All by myself. Don't want to be all by myself anymore. Don't want to live by myself, by myself anymore.
