When I was walking, I was not alone,
although rain was dropping on my blue raincoat
as I walked under trees,
as I walked under trees,
as I stood at the door
and fumbled for my keys.
When I was walking, I was not alone,
though the darkness crept inside my overcoat
and I was full of need,
and I was full of need,
and heavy numbness in
my fingers and my feet.
You are, you are, you are,
you are the one who sees me.