Wandering

When the crowds surge ahead

Running to their happy ends

I tend to duck my head

Without the money or friends

They all know their way

Through this changing maze

But at the end of the day

I’m wandering in the haze

But I’m hoping against fear

That one will fight the flow

He’ll find me on my own here

And he will already know

That even though I won’t cry

Still this place is full of pain

He won’t need to ask me why

For he’ll understand the rain