We walked the lonely street
Our feet keeping the beat
Of a song not sung, of a word not said
I walked in front, yet you led.
We traveled over grass, pavement, and sea
Swam the mighty channel in 1963
There was always something left to do
Something left for me and for you.
Time passed slowly, then quickly, then too fast
Ah, how I wished those times could last
When you and I were still one
One being running under the sun.
But fate had not meant for us to stay
Together we parted, walking away
I left you memories, good times and good fun
You left me nothing but the words “We’re done.”
So here I type, while looking out on a lonely street
One where you and I kept the beat
To a song not sung, a word not said
Even though I walked in front, you led.