My pastures and my fields
are made of stone
Steel trees and nameless beasts
please leave me alone
Don't question the way I see
my eyes are my own
City hermit me
The way I want to be
Solitary face among the crowd
City hermit me
The way I want to be
My hopes are man-made cans
Ten feet from the ground
Flowers beneath my feet
they're travellin' sound
Abundance of flesh and steel
but no-one around
City hermit me
The way I want to be
Solitary face among the crowd
Isn't It Quiet And Cold?
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...