I'm afraid that I may stumble,
I could go down to the park,
and I could smell the trees
I could touch them, I could taste them,
Tell me where will I be at daybreak
And when I'm ten long more years older
And it's still dark in here
There's so much more that I could do
If I had someone like you
And it's you I'd have to lean on
And children are playing by my window,
Out from school they're playing
music and it's still dark and dim
and leafy tunes in spring
And their music tells me the seasons,
yet there seems no rhyme, no reason
I may stumble, I may crumble,
it's dark in here I could go down to the park, and I could
smell the trees I could touch them,
I could sense them, I could hear them