Alone at Last

Once was agoraphobic

Times Square would make me gasp

I’d let full trains go past

With you, I feel alone at last

Parties would make me nervous

Spent all night filling my glass

Smoked cigarettes on the grass

With you, I feel alone at last

With you

Every face in the crowd is crowded out

By the love that I feel

And there’s a certain kinda peace in knowing

Everyone is going away when you come into view

Jean-Paul said hell was people

I mostly agree with that

But one person does get a pass

With you, I feel alone at last