I am tired, I am wary.
I can't go to sleep.
There are people I need to
Talk to and places to be.
Sunlight! Oh sunlight!
I call upon you
To either forget me or
Make me anew.
Now six months have past and
I'm still on my own.
Yet I keep my door open for
Whoever may roam
Down from the hilltop up
To the sixth floor
To that dirty old stable behind
My front door.
Don't be a fool now,
You'll know who I am.
As a matter of fact,
I will come back again:
I remembered the codeword,
I synchronized my watch
And two years from now,
We will once again touch.
Two years from now
We will once again touch.
