(הערת הכותבת - אין במילים אלו שום התיימרות להיות פואטיות.
סימפלי תיאור מקום. שטף משחרר שכזה)

Sitting alone in a crowded room. There are too many around
me. But my hobo's bench is filthy empty. There is too little
to look at.

We had nothing in common. That's nothing! To hold on. You
glazed into a ring of smoke. I faded in to you and chock.

They kept you happy, better then I. that made you sober,
and crystal and high.