My Window
My Window
Looking out my window,
as the sun goes down...
It's a friday nite,
and I'm all alone...
Nothing on TV,
nothing to do...
Looking out my window,
headlights come...
tail lights go...
so many lonely people,
traveling empty roads...
I wonder where,
where do they go...
do they really care,
do they really know...
Looking out my window,
as darkness falls...
so many lonely people,
with journeys unknown...
traveling in the nite,
no stars in site,
just a cloud covered moon,
hiding in the nite...
Looking out my window,
headlights come...
tail lights go...
so many lonely people,
carrying life's burdens,
such a heavy load...
searching for a peace,
they will never know...
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