Sleepwalking

I'm not really sure

How I came to this village,

But being the craven that I am I shied away from the people there.

To me they were sleepwalking, for the sun had set,

And still they walked in trance,

Like zombies.

I ask one where the tavern is,

he walks past me as if I had said nothing.

So I guess I am going to leave the town,

Being the craven that I am.