Third Floor Window

Why do we fear love like falling from a car door? Faced with all the world we don't know Don't you? I should be happy for the air that fills me Forget the names that you had called me Baby I'm a straight-coat vision Staring out the third floor window And I'm mad for you And I'm mad for you Why do we say words but never know the meaning? Sadness, another word for feeling Too much And when the morning paper’s tell The only stranger is yourself The only stranger is yourself I'm a white-coat mistake Waiting in a drugstore window But I’ll wait for you I wait for you Why does the sun fall softly on your photo? Why do words fail? I'm a white-robed mystic Sitting on a third world mountain But I long for you I still long for you And I long for you I long for you I long for you I long for you