facing west

A room with a window facing west

Towards the sea

You, with your hands across your chest

Facing me

Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and

I don’t think that I can do this anymore

I’ll take the high road that he walked

Once before

You sit and watch me as I come

Through the door

Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and

I don’t think that I can do this anymore

Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and

I don’t think that I can do this anymore

Show me the path down to the shoreline ‘cause

I don’t know if I can do this anymore

A room with a window facing west.