The Window

I’m not exactly running, but then I’m not standing still
And that endless Texas heat’s got me looking for a chill
Walking with you in Portland, cool breezes blowing by
Up above the busy night a light catches my eye

Now there’s something kind of cozy, and something kind of sweet
About a window bathed in yellow light high above the street.
And just for a minute, I know exactly how it’d be
If I could peek in that window and see you and me

(Chorus)
If we lived inside that window we’d see the ocean every day
We’d watch the pretty boats come and go away.
We’d see the people in the streets, in the cafes and the bars
Watch the world go by below, from our soft yellow glow
If that window were ours

At Christmas time we’d put a tree in that fourth floor window
You’d see it sparkle red and green from this corner in the snow.
If we wanted a cup of coffee, there’d be a shop right down the stairs
If we didn’t need anything at all we’d just sit there in our chairs.
(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:
Let’s keep walking down the street, find a place to get a bite to eat
I’m not good at standing still you see, but maybe someday I will be.

(Repeat chorus)
Tag:
But for now we should move on, we don’t have very long
Maybe we’ll be back someday, Maybe then we could stay. .
If we lived inside that window. . .