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.