The Worst is My Being Alone
"Aaron, have you ever had a burning in your chest
That made you just want to be free?"
It was a warm afternoon when she asked him this,
As they sat on the shore of the sea
Well, Aaron just tugged at his hair and he took
A very long time to reply
And by the time that he spoke, she'd forgotten she asked
And was lost in the clouds of the sky
He said, "Kelly, I don't think
I've ever wanted as much
To be free as I've longed to be known.
And of the things that I hate
As I look at my life,
The worst is my being alone."
The rest of his words he kept from her ears
Cause he thought she might not understand
And she didn't reply. She couldn't figure out how,
Cause the fire in her heart had been fanned
Oh, of all the things known that he could've spoken that day,
He chose one from deep down inside
Without intending her to, he caused her to confess
Her false confidence and how she had lied
She said, "Aaron, I don't think
I've ever wanted as much
To be free as I've longed to be known.
And of the things that I hate
As I look at my life,
The worst is my being alone."
And as they headed home, neither of them could speak a word
And they held their own spirits to blame
But at the pulse of the waves, they both turned around
Surely someone was calling their name
Someone was calling their name
Lo peor es estar solo
Aaron, ¿alguna vez has sentido un ardor en tu pecho
Que te hace querer ser libre?
Era una cálida tarde cuando ella le preguntó esto,
Mientras estaban sentados en la orilla del mar
Bueno, Aaron solo se tiró del cabello y se tomó
Mucho tiempo para responder
Y para cuando habló, ella había olvidado que preguntó
Y estaba perdida en las nubes del cielo
Él dijo, 'Kelly, no creo
Que haya deseado tanto
Ser libre como he anhelado ser conocido.
Y de las cosas que odio
Al mirar mi vida,
Lo peor es estar solo.'
El resto de sus palabras las guardó para él
Porque pensó que ella no entendería
Y ella no respondió. No podía entender cómo,
Porque el fuego en su corazón había sido avivado
Oh, de todas las cosas que él podía haber dicho ese día,
Eligió una desde lo más profundo de su ser
Sin pretenderlo, la hizo confesar
Su falsa confianza y cómo había mentido
Ella dijo, 'Aaron, no creo
Que haya deseado tanto
Ser libre como he anhelado ser conocida.
Y de las cosas que odio
Al mirar mi vida,
Lo peor es estar sola.'
Y mientras regresaban a casa, ninguno de los dos podía articular palabra
Y se culpaban a sí mismos
Pero al ritmo de las olas, ambos se voltearon
Seguramente alguien estaba llamando sus nombres
Alguien estaba llamando sus nombres