Here I sit by my window
Watching the world slowly go by
Thinking thoughts of yesterday
I shed a tear and cry
I can’t hear what’s never been spoken
How can you see what’s never been there
These are questions I can’t answer
So I stare
Daydreams are visions; they tell us who we are
You shouldn’t let them pass you by
Hang on to what you believe in
All we have is what we are
Here I sit by my window
So I stare
