So many things to see in this old world

but all I can see is you

in a crowded subway train

or walking in the country rain

you're there with me too



of all the songs sung in any day

your voice is all I hear

for though each song has its own place

and, finished, quickly fades away

I hear you everywhere



and though I know you won't be pleased

by all that I do

surely we can find a way

to overlook what you don't like



it's been said many times that we're all by ourselves

and each man is on his own

I don't care, that may be true

I just want to be with you

together alone