Midnight. not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
and the wind begins to moan.

Memory. All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again.

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
and soon it will be morning.

Daylight. I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
and I musn't give in. When the dawn comes
tonight will be a memory. too. and a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days  the stale cold
smell of morning. The street lamp dies.
Another night is over. Another day is dawning.

Touch me. It's so easy to leave me.
All alone with the memory of my days in the sun.
If you touch me. You'll understand what happiness is.
Look! A new day has begun.