This cannot be real lookin' out into the cold. This window holds a view of you and I and growing old. I would call you now if I had strength on telephones. I would call you now and say the words to bring you home. This cannot be real lookin' out into the rain. This window holds a view of you and I and how things change. I would call you now if you weren't sleeping three hours from here. I would call you now and sing the words that bring you near. I would call you now if you weren't sleeping three hours from here. So lay your sweet head down and dream of me