Love is a two way street,
It’s not an easy feat.
The only person I see,
Is a lonely man named Me.

The street bare and empty,
Nothing looks tempting.
He walks with his head down,
Looking at the cold ground.
He wishes she was here,
But the only one there is fear.
His heart he wants to give,
By himself he can not live.
Someday she may find that street,
Now wouldn’t that be sweet.
Till then he walks alone,
Looking for a phone.