Sitting by the window, looking down below.
Listen to my story, listen to my dreams...

Through the bars, i see their faces,
i see their eyes and all their disgraces...

You came over,
said 'baby i miss you...

Lost in confusion,
can't get my self off the ground...

Lost in my dreams, they fly me far away,
seems there bringing me to that long lost day...

That first gust,
it's always a must...

Feeling like there was bullet,
that was drived right through my chest...

Had to cut him loose,
that was that...

Not a day goes by where i don't think about us,
i realize now that i lost your trust...

Just like a kid angry at there drawing,
scraping away at the memory of dispare...

How do i move on, when your packed and gone?
How do i heal, when you bend down to kneel...

Toss and turn,
cry and yearn...