Once was agoraphobic
Times Square would make me gasp
I’d 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 the crowd is crowded out
By the love that I feel
And there’s a certain kinda peace in knowing
Everyone is going away when you come into view

Jean-Paul said hell was people
I mostly agree with that
But one person does get a pass
With you, I feel alone at last