The lonely drifter walks,

Sometime in the night.

He is quiet when he talks,

But is no less than polite.

He walks alone,

No love -- no sadness.

To none he is known,

And is driven into madness.

For reasons unknown,

His face is hidden from the day.

To nobody, it is shown,

For fear of what they will say.

He drifts away,

And won't come near.

He drifts away,

So he won't fear.

Alone, In the night.