“And now I’m alone again,
nowhere to turn, no one to go to.
Without a home, without a friend,
without a face to say hello to.
Sometimes I walk alone
when everyone is sleeping.
I think of her
and then I’m happy
with the company I’m keeping.
The city goes to bed . . .
. . . and I can live inside my head.
On my own, . . .
. . pretending she’s beside me.
All alone, . . .
I walk with her till morning.
I feel my arms around her,
And when I lose my way
I close my eyes and she has found me.
In the rain,
the pavement shines like silver.
All the lights
are misty in the river.
In the darkness
the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is her and me
for ever and for ever.
And I know it’s only in my mind. . .
. . that I’m talking to myself and not to her.
And although I know that she is blind . . .
. . still I say there’s a way for us.
I love her,
but when the night is over . . .
. . she is gone – the river’s just a river.
the world around me changes.
The trees are bare and everywhere
the streets are full of strangers.
I love her, but every day I’m learning
All my life I’ve only been pretending.
Without me – her world will keep on turning . . .
A world that’s full of happiness
that I have never known.
I love her.
I love her . . .
. . but only on my own.”