So many things to see in this old world
   but all I can see is you
   in a crowded subway train
   or walking in the country rain
   you're there with me too
  
   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.