Window sitter, say now, where's the dawn?
Show me where the horizon paints the day,
Suppose the trees keep grinnin' on,
You never know what the sun might say.
Let me take a seat there in the shade,
You look so weary of that lousy pane,
For your eyes there have begun to fade,
And the clouds have noticed, it looks like rain.
It's a funny little thing they call emotion,
You knew it once, before the moon arrived,
Now the stars are gone and I get the notion
You'll soon be grinnin' on with your heart revived.
Window sitter, say now, where's the dawn?
Show me where the horizon paints the day,
Suppose those lips keep grinnin' on,
You never know what might come today.
