I had died the tiniest death I spied the catch in your breath Out, out Out, out, out, out North bound, I got carried away As you boarded your train South, south South, south, south, south A feather taken by the wind blowing I'm afflicted by the not knowing, so I look in people's windows Transfixed by rose golden glows They have their friends over to drink nice wine I look in people's windows In case you're at their table What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time? You had stopped and tiltеd your head I still ponder what it meant Now, now Now, now, now, now I triеd searching faces on streets What are the chances you'd be downtown, downtown, downtown? Does it feel alright to not know me? I'm addicted to the if only So I look in people's windows Like I'm some deranged weirdo I attend Christmas parties from outside I look in people's windows In case you're at their table What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?