Andrew Lloyd Webber - Memory

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet.
And the wind
begins to moan.
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory
live again.
Every street lamp seams to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a streetlamp gutters
and soon it will be morning.
(D.C.)