"I could swear we're going to have that strange sound."
"Right now."
He sits alone with his thoughts and nobody speaks
Deep in thought as I wonder what's he thinking he's
Always there, always there it's the same routine
I close the blinds at night and read a book before I sleep
He'll spend the whole day in his chair looking out
Into what I can't really explain
He's in his backyard nothing but cars around
With no activity just sound it makes
What's on your mind homey speak your mind
What kind of lessons can I learn how to reach my prime
Help me and others even if it hurts inside
Tell me the story of your life it's all right
I'm all ears, it means a lot to listen to you when you love
To share the things that give me inspiration I can take from
You ever wonder what it'd do you'd have my gratitude
To tell a bit of truth of how to see your life and how make one
Just a few words won't you please
Everyday you sit outside and you just smoke and drink
And I've seen you so many times at home resting
I was curious to know why whenever I'm at home
There's a man that sits
Outside my window
Watching the world go by
At the end of the day
When the sun fades away
"I came here to see you. Cause I know, now you tell me what you're after."
"Only at the point of dying."
"I know."
He looks concerned as if he's dealing with a broken heart
Remembering who he use to be
I get the feeling though he's trying to solve a puzzle or
He must enjoy no company
Every now and then another's sitting with'em feel me
But most the time he's by himself it's quite a picture really
He doesn't move for hours someone check if he's still breathing
It's kind a crazy how he does it each and every evening
And I've been noticing he never seems to mix it up
He'd rather sit with him and the thoughts of what he's thinking of
Yet if he wasn't there I'd worry if he's doing fine
I've seen him over years like trouble on my mind and wasting time
Please tell me I mean no harm
Would you tell me why you wanna spend oh so long
All day you sit there even after lights go off
I don't mean to be a bother is it what you want?
Come clean with it mister do your thoughts have lungs?
Do they yell at you or do you meditate on pause?
Are you bottling as much as you can take oh lord
It's getting late see you tomorrow once tomorrow becomes
"You know the kind. It's somebody you remember"
Welcome to the neighborhood you live my friend
Is what you never hear he even saw me moving in
Yet where I stay at folks don't really speak that much to those
You nod head or say hi that's as far it goes
For me it's temporary living 'til I settle better
Design my dream house surrounded by New England weather
The mountain view instead of him outside my window heaven
I saw when I was younger from a house I didn't live in
When I'm old I'll remember this song
All the hope that he gave me when I felt so alone
Out my window as he sat there even though we never spoke
I would write as he was looking out into the world a float
Every night to feel the vibe he can hold with no friction
We have the same way of always keeping it consistent
A habit hard to break we both share to remind
Who am I to judge he's been my company of when I write