Once was agoraphobic
Times Square would make me gasp
I 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 a crowd
Is crowded out by the love that I feel
And there's a certain kind of peace in knowing
Everyone is going away
When you come into view
John Paul said Hell was people
I mostly agree with that
But one person does get a pass
With you, I feel alone at last