Suzanne Vega

He is not my friend, but he is with me
Like a shadow is with a foot that falls
His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk
Or when Im walking down these darkened halls
Hes the thin man
With a date for me
To arrive at some point
I dont know when it will be
I can feel his eyes when I dont expect him
In the back seat of a taxi down vestry street
His arm is around my waist and he pulls me down to him
He whispers things into my ear that sound so sweet