Isn't it quiet and cold walking down the street alone?
Happened I missed my 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 hear at hand although I live alone, alone
At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone?
Night dog
Money man
Ready for his morning fee.
Day calls
Colour comes
Live with early light.
Used to walk with someone else
I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street.
Used to talk with someone else
Now the only answers are the calls of the night.
Movement
By my feet
Paper wind across the street
Curtains closed
Sleepy heads
Wrapped together in their beds
Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone
Daylight comes and rests its weary head, alone.
Walking all alone
Walking all alone
Walking all alone
Walking all alone