Silently walking the sidewalk at nightfall
Whispering echoes of joy to myself
Humming the song that once seemed so unwanted
Talking with people that I've never met
And I feel it, I been lonely once before
And I love to smell the dead leaves
As my path goes on by home
And the dust blows in my eyes
As pictures in them start to form
And I walk on and think
And dream I'm not alone, not alone
Patterns appear on the low line in gray sky
The softly perceptible clouds hang above
Cool breeze of autumn walks by as I walk on
Wondering wonders and wondering love
And I feel it, I been lonely once before
And I love to smell the dead leaves
As my path goes on by home
And the dust blows in my eyes
As pictures in them start to form
And I walk on and think
And dream I'm not alone, not alone
Words float beyond me, my shoes tap the concrete
I feel so inadequate, desperate, and small
But, I'm freed with the love that I can't comprehend now
I cannot stumble and I cannot fall
And I feel it, I been lonely once before
And I love to smell the dead leaves
As my path goes on by home
And the dust blows in my eyes
As pictures in them start to form
And I walk on and think
And know I'm not alone, not alone
