The street cat follows, After he kissed her chin. "Obviously, you love me, But I'm not taking you in."
The cat is lost in the city of gossip, So is he. Tired of working for a "living", Envious of the cat that just lives to "be".
The cat follows strangers Who feel the same way, For she purposely strolls the night, To return all hope: "It's not the end of days!"