I walk down the wet pavement,
Close my jacket and shiver as I walk down these familiar streets,
walk past the viaduct and think of you,
all the things you said to me, all the ways you touched me, all the times you kissed me.
All the yachts and sail boats have gone away, and the steets are empty,
all the people are sleeping and I am awake,
everything seems so far away
yet I am not afraid, afraid of these empty steets
And then you see me standing alone,
nothing to say, it has all been said,
It seems we are in another place, another time,
it will be a while before anyone enters our world
The mist will shadow the light of the morning,
and I shed a tear,
and it was August,
August that we parted.
