To you, on this warm wet night

The house is lonelier now than it was before I met you,

Lonelier now.

The dark rooms, the empty halls

Were not so dark nor empty

Before you.

Now they underline the fact that you are not here.

On the streets, as I stand under the bridge

Avoiding the rain, my clothes wet,

I watch the cars come down the freeway,

White lights coming, red lights going.

Like the cars, we are always just arriving or just leaving,

The time we are together is so short

It becomes a blur of light and noise.