Stepping out the door
Not quite sure where the night will go
Who will be there, who will I see?
Will it be awkward or full of new excitement
Walking into the room could be where I meet him
the one that ive been looking for
Like many like me have done before
Know one knows what he'll be like
We'll just have to wait and see
But until then I'll just carry on
Meeting people, making friends
Having a drink, a laugh, a dance
And it gets later, and tiredness strikes
The people break away, a couple at a time
And the last few bid goodbye and split

Stepping in the door I am the only one
No text to see I'm home ok
Or wondering how the evening went
With the walk home too long
Just me and my thoughts going round in my head
Did I do that right, did I do that wrong?
The questions that bounce around in my head
When there's no-one else to distract me from myself
The question of the night, and every night, seems to be

Why is walking home alone
so much harder than going out alone?