Southeast City Window

Riding out along the river stopping by the pines It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard, by heart and mind Lying on the needle floor the city seems so far Moving with your eyes and smile, your words told who you are Sunday grey, one window brings the morning And your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes I've been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking 'til I spent one evening by your Southeast City Window side Baby hair a blowinin the Sunday morning air Dreaming on another place and time, wish we were there In your dreams you're far away and I'm right behind You know, it's nice for someone speaking. to be heard, by heart and mind