Another Town

I, I look out of my window
From my room on the 15th floor
And watch the cars pass by

Rain, raindrops like diamonds coming down
Different kinds of music mixed up
A roary friday night

A girl, a girl running for shelter to a porch
She's checking out her make-up briefly
In a shop window

The beggar stumbling down the sidewalk
To the mission post just around the corner
To dry his worn out clothes

It's just a street in another town
Another country but the same old sounds
It looks familiar like I've been here before
But it's another hotelroom on another hotel-floor

I just turn off the light
And go to bed

Silence, there's nothing but the raindrops falling down
The last bus has made its stop
And took the drunks away

Now the street's completely deserted
Without the flashing neon-lights
It looks so cold and gray

Tomorrow my suitcase packed with one more towel
And when the sweepers clean the street up
I'll be miles away

And later, I will look out of my window
Another crowd walks the scenery
But the play didn't really change