The cold wind against the night air, making
It sound not quite so fair. The eerie silence,
Echoing in the dark. Someone telling
Me I was here for a lark.
Walking to and throw, not looking for a
Show, just wanting somewhere to stay,
Then I swore I heard somebody
Shouting hey, but why would they want
To say that? Maybe they were looking
For a cat.
As morning came, I remembered my name,
So I wasn’t living in vain. This is the way life
Will be, and that doesn’t include you and
Me, but we will be around for an eternity.