All the evening passed again
with some place with full of music
groovy kind of blues
people happy there slippin’ some beer
and all i was thinking of you
all evening thru
and now just walkin’ home thru the park
all alone all cold all bluesy
where are you now when i need you most
do you ever thinked how was i to go
when you said your words of leaving
where should i be in the meantime
the time you were resting doing whatever
and all i could do is walkin’ thru the park
all dark all windy all empty
just some light from my cigarette
there in the empty park
some citylights in the skylight
and it was raining there in my heart
pouring cold water from my eyes
reaching out my soul
and there was i
walking thru the park
in the cold all alone.

Tapio 6.2.2008