Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
all alone in the moonlight
I can drink of the old days
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
and the street lamp sputters
and Soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
Tonight will be a memory too
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale court smell of morning
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
You'll understand what happiness is Look