Windowsill
Incense burns as the fan blows
The light reflects off the Day-Glo
The house brings forth a murky smile
From the noisy nights on the loose tiles
The streetlights glow while the traffic flows
The eyes will watch the ones who don't know
The quiet man beats his instrument
And the beat he plays, societies sin
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
I rolled over late and looked outside
Turned around and looked where I'd lied
I cursed the time that I had spent
Being secure from the pavement
Shake the man's slimy palm
And I'll think about him while I'm gone
Will he remember my face
As he bows in silent disgrace
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
Incense burns as the fan blows
the light reflects off the Day-Glo
The house brings forth a murky smile
From the noisy nights on the loose tiles
The streetlights glow while the traffic flows
The eyes will watch the ones who don't know
The quiet man beats his instrument
And the beat he plays, societies sin
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
The light reflects off the Day-Glo
The house brings forth a murky smile
From the noisy nights on the loose tiles
The streetlights glow while the traffic flows
The eyes will watch the ones who don't know
The quiet man beats his instrument
And the beat he plays, societies sin
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
I rolled over late and looked outside
Turned around and looked where I'd lied
I cursed the time that I had spent
Being secure from the pavement
Shake the man's slimy palm
And I'll think about him while I'm gone
Will he remember my face
As he bows in silent disgrace
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
Incense burns as the fan blows
the light reflects off the Day-Glo
The house brings forth a murky smile
From the noisy nights on the loose tiles
The streetlights glow while the traffic flows
The eyes will watch the ones who don't know
The quiet man beats his instrument
And the beat he plays, societies sin
Winter winds coming forth
I worry and wonder where he will go
Class outside won't let him in
Even though he's of their kin
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Writer(s): Doug Harper
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