From My Window

From My Window
11/03/2004
by Lorne Clarke copyright 2004

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From my window I can see the road
An endless stream of traffic
Where the hell are they all going?
As darkness falls the lights come on below
The city fills with diamonds
And the streets are paved with gold

From my window I can see the rails
A pair of rusty needles
On which the city is impaled
The patient lives though the surgery has failed
Life is cheap
When everything's for sale

From my window I can see the sky
My one last glimpse of freedom
Haunts the corner of my eye
There are claw marks on the walls where I have climbed
The panes are cracked
From the times I tried to fly

From my window I can see the threads
That dangle from the puppeteers
Who direct the hearts of men
Down a narrow path to darkness without end
Yet every day
The sun comes up again

From my window I can see the glow
Of another day approaching
The air is clear and cold
I can hear somebody singing far below
The city fills with diamonds
When there's sunlight on the snow