Oh what is wrong
With the woman sitting on the bed with the perfume on?
She's holding the hand of a very well-dressed man, a well-dressed man
Then why those muddy pants
Does it have to do with the ladder in the garden
Leaning against the window to her room?

What's wrong with this picture? Can you count the lonely people?

Oh what's so sad
About the man at the door with those flowers in his hand?
He's so happy, 'cause he got home at last, but he got home too fast
Why won't those flowers last?
Does it have to do with the ladder in the garden
Leaning against the window to his room?

What's wrong with this picture? Can you count the lonely people?

Now she won't be still around to plant those flowers
Where the garden is trampled down
And he sees clearly everything in that muddy room where she left the ring

Here's an empty room where sunlight falls on four empty walls
No one lives here anymore
And no one to explain what this room is empty for
There's just that muddy floor
It all has to do with that ladder in the garden
Leaning against the window to this room?
What's wrong with this picture? Where are all the lonely people?
What's wrong with this picture? Where are all the lonely people?
Where are all the lonely people?