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