Isn't It Quiet And Cold?

Isn't it quiet and cold

Walking all alone, 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 echo 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 by my feet

Paper wind across the street

Curtains closed, sleepy heads

Wrapped together in their beds

I used to walk with someone else

I 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, it's winding home to rest, alone

Half past four and daylight shows itself once more

Walking all alone

Walking all alone