truth is on the windowsill
age is on my skin
skin is on my aching bones
trouble lies within
trouble lies within
let my heart find a home
let my voice stand alone
in the window in the wind
sun is on the windowsill
day is almost done
what’s done is gone
what’s gone is lost
losing has just begun
losing has just begun
let my heart find a home
let my voice stand alone
in the window in the wind
i sit upon the windowsill
the day has passed me by
no heart at home no voice alone
i wonder where you are
i wonder where you are
on the highway on high
on the highway on high
on the highway on high