of all the songs sung in any day
your voice is all I hear
for though each song has its own place
and, finished, quickly fades away
I hear you everywhere

and though  I know you  won't be pleased
by all that I do
surely we can find a way
to overlook  what you  don't like

it's been said many times that we're all by ourselves
and each man is on his own
I don't care, that may be true
I just want to be with you
together alone.