midnight not a sound from the pavement has the moon lost her memory she is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters and soon it will be morning daylight i must wait for the sunrise i must think of a new life and i mustn t give in when the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin touch me it s so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun if you touch me you ll understand what happiness is look a new day has begun