About the Song

Released in 1984, “Somebody’s Needin’ Somebody” is a heartfelt ballad by the legendary Conway Twitty. The song paints a vivid picture of loneliness and longing, capturing the universal human desire for connection and companionship. With its poignant lyrics and Twitty’s emotive vocals, the song became an instant hit, reaching number one on the Billboard Country Singles chart.

Twitty’s distinctive voice, characterized by its rich baritone and expressive phrasing, perfectly conveys the emotions of the song. He sings with sincerity and vulnerability, capturing the heartache of someone who feels lost and alone. The lyrics, penned by Len Chera, are simple yet powerful, using everyday imagery to evoke a sense of longing and isolation.

The opening lines of the song immediately set the tone:

“Somebody’s fallin’ asleep in a chair in front of the TV ‘Cross town somebody’s up and walkin’ the floor at a quarter to three”

These lines paint a picture of two people, both alone and isolated in their own homes. The first is passively watching television, seemingly numb to the world around them. The second is restless and unable to sleep, their mind racing with thoughts of loneliness and despair.

The chorus of the song is a powerful declaration of the need for human connection:

“Somebody’s needin’ somebody, the way I do Somebody’s wantin’ somebody, they can hold on to To be loved by somebody, that’s the way it should be Oh, there’s got to be somebody, somewhere waitin’ for me”

These lines express the deep-seated human desire for love and companionship. Twitty’s voice soars as he sings these words, conveying the yearning and hope that lie at the heart of the song.

The second verse of the song expands on the theme of loneliness, painting a picture of individuals from all walks of life who are feeling isolated and alone:

“In some little corner of the world, a forgotten soul is waitin’ by the phone And right down the hall, someone’s in there feelin’ like cryin’, ’cause they’re livin’ all alone”

These lines remind us that loneliness is a universal human experience, regardless of age, social status, or circumstance. It is a feeling that can touch anyone, at any time.

The song’s bridge offers a glimmer of hope, suggesting that there is someone out there for everyone:

“Late at night, it’s lonely and I wonder how I’ll ever get through There’s got to be somebody, somewhere who’s feelin’ it too Hurtin’ inside, goin’ through the motions, it’s so hard to live So many feelin’ so lonely, when they got so much to give”

These lines speak to the belief that we are not alone in our loneliness. There are others out there who are feeling the same way, and who may be just as in need of connection as we are.

The song concludes with a repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the enduring message of the need for human connection:

“Somebody’s needin’ somebody, the way I do Somebody’s wantin’ somebody, they can hold on to To be loved by somebody, that’s the way it should be Oh, there’s got to be somebody, somewhere waitin’ for me”

“Somebody’s Needin’ Somebody” is a timeless ballad that speaks to the universal human need for love, connection, and companionship. With its poignant lyrics, emotive vocals, and heartfelt message, the song continues to resonate with listeners of all ages. It is a reminder that we are not alone in our loneliness, and that there is always hope for finding someone to share our lives with.

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Lyrics: Somebody’s Needin’ Somebody

Someone somewhere’s fallin’ asleep
In a chair in front of the tv
‘Cross town somebody’s
Up and walkin’ the floor at a quarter to three.

In some little corner of the world
A forgotten soul is waitin’ by the phone
And right down the hall someone’s in there feelin’
Like cryin’ ’cause they’re livin’ all alone.

Somebody’s needin’ somebody the way I do
Somebody’s wantin’ somebody they can hold on to
To be loved by somebody that’s the way it should be
Oh, there’s got to be somebody somewhere waitin’ for me.

Late at night it’s lonely and I wonder how I’ll ever get through
There’s got to be somebody somewhere who’s feelin’ it too
Hurtin’ inside, goin’ through the motions, it’s so hard to live
So many feelin’ so lonely when they got so much to give.

Somebody’s needin’ somebody the way I do
Somebody’s wantin’ somebody they can hold on to
To be loved by somebody that’s the way it should be
Oh, there’s got to be somebody somewhere waitin’ for me.

To be loved by somebody that’s the way it should be
Oh, there’s got to be somebody out there waitin’ for me…

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