He knows that you don't have to be alone to be lonely, he's sitting at the bar and the tip jar is overflowing. 
With I.O.U.'s and "way past dues" all of the promises just grow but you know that they'll fall through. 

She keeps clicking at her heels but she's not home yet and that tornado's twist just whisked her into bed. 
Knocking boots with hanging fruit. Those pillow mark scars do no harm but her ego is bruised. 

They know that you don't have to be alone to feel lonely. So on this tornado night, beneath neon lights, they won't be.

Tornado Nights

Ryan Lester