Isn't It Quiet And Cold?

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