Looking in from a foreign land,
I woke up today and cried
The sky was blue, the world was new
And a quiet song had died.

Watching the lovers spin and smile
I saw a world go by
They had what I'd never know
Drunk and flying high

The beautiful things, when you're alone
Are muffled by the world
Livers and lovers collide around
And banners are unfurled

I'm the old man on the park bench
I'm the woman on the street
I'm the zephyr in the Western wind
Faded and discreet.