Man Alone, A

Writer(s): Rod McKuen
(from the CD A Man Alone)

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 peoples dreams.

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