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
