Outside my window, there's a cloud floating overhead
Instead of rain it dropped a rope ladder
Down that dangled just too high to reach
It floated merrily, merrily, merrily 'cross the ocean, over the water
The rungs of the ladder bouncing off the
Highest waves, getting caught on a mountain
One day it came down in the cold, in a rain of color and gold
And I cried out, "If I was just a little bit
Taller, think of all the places I could soar
But to live amongst these lights so long is what I moved to the
City for." Outside my window there's a guy going off his head
At all hours of the day and of the night, he twists
And writhes and almost falls into the street
Crying terribly, terribly, terribly out to no one
A broken apostle who said, "The world of humans is awful
There has never been a better time
Do you believe in a lie?" But on summer nights when I write
My songs and the good old boys listen to reggae-tones
In the car park outside the Travelodge outside my window
I see myself floating over to them to offer all the guys a smoke
To be a part of the midnight salon is
Why I strayed away from home so long
Outside my window there's a cloud coming in tonight
Rolling in and blocking out the light
Growing and blowing in, year after year
Outside my window, whilst this I see that little cloud
Is coming back with an olive branch between his teeth
It says, "Next time, come with me."
And just at that moment, you came home
And that cloud scurried off
They scare easy, you know?
And for a second there, I was all alone by my window
And I thought to myself, "If I just had a little
Bit longer, think of all of the things I could know
But to hear your voice call across the hall
That's what I live in the city for
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