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