Walking Man

Last night when sleep wouldn’t come.

I was standing at a noisy corner

waiting for the walking man to give me a sign. 

They come few and far between,

and I just long to belong.

Pick me.  Pick me.

Pick me some flowers;  

they bloom in the rain,

and so do I. 

Those dreary rainy days -

they're good for growing things.

Grow up.  Grow up.

Years from now will you remember the day

 I stood in the rain and watched you through the glass?

 I pulled the covers over my head.

Will you remember me?  Or was I what I said I was.

A bridge over the lonely water, 

A friend to the friendless.

I know what it’s like 

to feel lonely in a crowd.

Everything will be fine in the morning.

The rain will be gone in the morning.

And the walking man will flash -

Walk on.  Walk on.