Often confusing

Lonely

Neon lights dance and sing in the sky,
Riding home on a balmy Saturday night.
Ive never really been to that place,
Just rented it, brand new, what a cute face.
Houses ride on by, white green and blue,
People live there, and I wonder who.
I wonder too much they all said,
But all I ever wondered was whether I was there.
Will there be another train, another soul to think,
To ponder my existence, to feel my soul for a wink.
It's lonely out here so far from known.
But I really have to go on home.
Maybe it'll be a highway of cars and noise.
And kids will see their friends running up my walls.
Will I cast a shadow dark and curious to all,
Or just be another prop on their way to the mall.
It's lonely out here when you are unknown.
Just somebody, not somebody that somebody knows.
It's lonely when half of you is at that stop,
And the rest is waiting for you at that door.