Windows John Hartford

On these vacant streets of nightfall
Try to fool myself, I don't know where I'm going

And these gutters that I'm walking
The reflection of a thousand windows glowing

Some are laughing, some are crying
Some are yawning as I quickly pass them by

Something moving back behind
I hear a bumping, or a sneeze, sometimes a sigh

All those windows, pretty windows
Each contain their private dramas
I just pass outside just glancing up in vain

The flowers grow in boredom
And the curtains hang to mock me
Is there not a chance that i might venture in?

(Instrumental Break)

But the empty windows of your eyes
The shades are down to block my gaze within

Your door is shut and boarded up
I stand in silence shivering in the rain