Текст песни WINDOWS

Sunday morning it's 8AM I'm looking through my window to the neighbor's house He's making coffee I'm trying to pretend that I don't really see him He looks out the window as he starts to dress I wonder what he's thinking Maybe he's early or maybe he's late Or running from last night's date chorus: New York City there's so many windows So many worlds behind each one New York City where the people are fast and the Day and the night blend to one It's dark and dreary but I wanna go out I take my umbrella I head uptown to my favorite park It feels like Paris in the rain I read about the artists whose name is mine Sculpted the face of Gertrude Stein And two lovers are kissing nearby and I'm feeling like a postcard chorus repeats Shapes and forms and lines and colors Touch and taste and sensing bravely chorus repeats Sunday night about 10PM I'm passing by the window It's starting to rain again My neighbor just left and his lights went out.