Small Window

Flying over Chicago, bare trees lie in the white snow

Daylight fades and lines of cars flash

Across the night in red and gold

What a view from my small window

What a view from my small window

On the way another new home

Looking out on the streets Ive come to know

And different faces but theyll remind me of

Those I love far from here

Gristle water in a blue dream

Stretching further than I can see

I try and try to swim all the way

But must learn to use my body well

You wake me with your gentle caring voice

For all I long or found oh, I rejoice