ever what its like when youre shattered
left standing in the lurch, at a church
where people saying, my god
thats tough, she stood him up
no point in us remaining
we may as well go home
as i did on my own
alone again, naturally
to think that only yesterday
i was cheerful, bright and gay
looking forward to, well who wouldnt do
the role i was about to play
but as if to knock me down, reality came around
and without so much, as a mere touch
cut me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt, talk about
god and his mercy
though if he really does exist
why did he desert me
in my hour of need, i truly am indeed
alone again, naturally
it seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world, that cant be mended
left unattended
what do we do? what do we do?
alone again, naturally
looking back over the years
whatever else that appears
i remember i cried when my father died
never wishing to hide the tears
and at 65 years old, my mother god rest her soul
couldnt understand, why the only man
she had ever loved had been taken
leaving her to start, with a heart
so badly broken
despite encouragement from me
no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
alone again, naturally
alone again, naturally
車裏的人紛紛向他們投來異樣的眼光，不過倒不會有人嫌棄她們的吵鬧、不文明。
沈緒平從來沒像這樣恨過自己的無知，他聽不懂她的歌，隻能盯著她傻傻地笑。
“這是什麼歌？”
“alone again, naturally .”
他本還想繼續問下去，為什麼唱這樣歡快的歌，歌詞是什麼意思，可是終究還是失了勇氣。
“我也給你唱一首。”
於是他開始唱起自己最喜歡、最拿手的《小蘋果》來：
“你是我的小呀小蘋果，怎麼愛你都不嫌多……”
淨書當然不懂得沈緒平為什麼會對這首歌充滿執念。出人意料的是，車上不少人受了感染也跟著哼唱起來，淨書隻覺得一車都是翻滾搖擺的蘋果，又好氣又好笑，想著自己剛剛唱的那首略帶傷感的歌曲，倒覺得是自己不合時宜。