The Light in Sylvia's Window

I don't have a star
To navigate by sky
But I have a light
On which I feel I can rely
It's source is not the sun
Nor the force behind the tides
It's just a humble lamp
In the house where she resides

And when it's late
And I get home
I know she's up
And on the phone

It is past the hour
I can knock upon her door
Still I keep an eye out for that
Light in her window

She is like a child
Full of mischief and delight
And she is like sage
Or perhaps rosemary with insight
She feeds me shish-kabobs
And gives me lots to drink
She's the one I love but I can't let her know what I think

And when it's late
And I get home
I know she's up
And on the phone
It is past the hour
I can knock upon her door
Still I keep an eye out for that
Light in her window

And now it's dark
And she's not home
She's been gone so long
I feel alone
It is not my place
To ask her where it is she goes
Still I keep an eye out
For that light in her window

I don't have a star
To navigate by sky
But I have a light
On which I think I'll keep an eye
It's source is not the sun
Nor the force behind the tides
It's just a humble lamp
In the house where she resides

The light in her window...