Life is so depressing when you get things on your mind
And you have no one to talk to; and there's none that you can find
For exercise I just might walk and journey into town.
And there perchance, I just might meet, a stranger standing around.
I've never been outgoing; guess my life has been so bland
I reckon I'm easy going;  guess I never make a stand.
I almost had a date one time, but that was long ago,
It just might be the way I talk;  I do talk very slow.
I could never dream of marriage; get a life and settle down
It would be spent, in discontent, with no one else around.
As I approach a bus stop, there sat several on a bench;
I tried a conversation, but they wouldn't budge an inch.
No matter what I said to them, it just had no appeal;
Like I didn't speak their language, this is how it made me feel.
So I just slowly walked away, determined as I was;
to find an ear, willing to hear, and listen to my buzz.
But then to my amazement this person came along,
They were smiling as they hummed--I forget the song.
As I began to tell them of an experience that I had,
The smile abruptly left their face, and they looked very sad.
I thought I better change the mood;  I talked about their song,
but when I turned around to say--I saw that they were gone.
What can I say but golly gee', is life now turned so wrong
That you can't talk with a stranger and comment on a song?

                                              les peoples