He walks through the streets as the lights dim

It is another lonely night no one is missing him

He sits on a bench and starts talking to cold air

As he pretends that his true love is still there

He left her a long, long time ago as she slept

Since then he has done nothing but wept

As the snow starts to fall upon his upturned face

He prays for the time he will be in a better place

He lies his self down to sleep covered by newspaper

Hoping that from the cold it will make him safer

The paper tries to keep him in a warm and dry condition

He is listed as unknown in the next day’s edition