Windows

You’re just a phone call far away

Tell me to go or ask me to stay

I can’t decide where my feet prefer to meet me

On a Westbound bus of strangers

Or steadfast by your side



Your words are lived in funny and wise

And on occasion I’ve seen you rise

Beneath a rosy colored sunset

Smiling softly on the fervor of our lives



Its seems the time for leaving’s when I’m finally close to comfort

I’m sitting at the airport feeling sorry for myself



Home you’re many Windows

Many exits many floors

Go it’s good to grow girl

So long as you remember yours



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