By the Window
Music and Lyrics by Hal Stephens
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LUCY I STAND HERE STARING OUT HIS WINDOW THIS MORN. THE FOG HAS LIFTED AND A NEW DAY IS BORN. AND FROM THE BAY THE LONESOME WAIL OF A HORN SLOWLY FADES.
BELOW THE LOCALS EMPTY INTO THE STREET. THE MARKET'S OPEN TO THE SHUFFLE OF FEET. AND LIKE THE DAWNING SUN THIS PATTERN REPEATS EVERY DAY.
HOW FASCINATING FROM THIS POINT OF VIEW, MY LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD. TO SEE IT FROM UP HERE, SO HIGH IF I SHOULD SHED A TEAR IT WOULD FALL FOREVER.
I STAND HERE GAZING OUT AS TWO LOVERS PASS. THEY DREAM THEIR PASSION IS A PASSION THAT LASTS. MOST SEE THEIR FUTURE AS A THING OF THE PAST. SO DID I.
AND THERE I STROLLED AMONG THE LOST AND THE DAZED, NEVER A REASON FOR MY HOPES TO BE RAISED. UNTIL I WANDERED INTO THIS WONDEROUS PLACE ONE DARK NIGHT.
NOW LIKE THE QUEEN UPON HER PALACE PERCH, I WATCH MY PEOPLE FROM ABOVE. YET NO ONE LIFTS A HEAD, OR HEARS A SINGLE WORD I'VE SAID THIS MORNING BY THE WINDOW.
I STAND HERE WAITING FOR THIS MAN TO RETURN. THIS MAN WHO KNOWS ME NOT YET SEEMS SO CONCERNED. WHO SHELTERS ME WITH KINDNESS I HAVEN'T EARNED. TELL ME WHY.
AND TELL ME WILL I FEEL TOMORROW'S SUN OR WILL I ONCE AGAIN BE THERE? THERE, WHERE THE SHADOWS FALL ACROSS MY WEARY FACE AS I RECALL THIS MORNING BY THE WINDOW.
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