Isn't It Quiet And Cold? — Gentle Giant

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