Well, alone except for the photographer.
"Hello lamp post, whatcha knowin?
I come to watch your flowers growin.
Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me?
Doo it doo doo doo, doo doo,
She must be all worn out from Saturday night.
Would those be her dreams, or mine?
I take it she's got an iPod for the music.
…who just got called away to perform an
emergency by-pass operation.
Actually, this series of classical albums from Decca
has a pretty nice selection of tracks.