In me you see a man alone Held by the habit of being on his own A man who listens to the trembling of the trees With sentimentals ease In me you see a man alone Behind the wall he’s learned to call his home A man who still goes walking in the rain Expecting love again. A man not lonely Except when the dark comes on A man learning to live with Memories of midnights That fell apart at dawn   In me you see a man alone Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone A man who knows love is seldom what it seems Only other people’s dreams. A man learning to live with Memories of midnights That fell apart at dawn   In me you see a man alone Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone A man who knows love is seldom what it seems   Just other people’s dreams.