Isn't it quiet and cold walking
down the street alone?
Happened I missed the bus
and found I had to walk, alone.
What was that?
Only me.
Hear the echo of my feet
Footsteps
Are they mine?
Hear the echoes of the street.
Wished I lived near at hand
although I live alone, alone
At least I'll find company,
so why should I moan, alone?
Movement
Catch my eye
Paper wind across the street
Curtains closed
Sleepy heads
Wrapped together in your beds
I used to walk with someone else
Didn't seem to notice sights
and sounds of the lonely street.
I used to talk with someone else
Now the only answers are
the calls of the night
Look at that alley cat winding
home to rest, alone
Half-past four and daylight
shows itself once more
Walking all alone
Walking all alone