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 remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
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 still cold smell of morning
It is so easy to leave me
You'll understand what happiness is