Not a sound from the pavement
The withered leaves collect aty feet
And the wind begings tooan
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someoneutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will beorning
Iust wait for the sunrise
tonight will be aemory too
The stale cold smellforning
YouĄŻll understand what happiness is