Windows on the World

Autumn faces no expression
A life's worth of ephemera
Though you don't get the impression
You can't trust the camera
Presence of mind
Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future

When we saw that play about past lives
I can't remember the name of it
Walked in Times Square half past midnight
Back when it was more dangerous
Caught in space
Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were

On a clear day you can see almost forever

In the plate glass my reflection
Seems something is missing
And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside of a television
Burned on the screen
Light up American dream
Just not the one I thought I'd found

Can't shake this feeling that I've seen this all somewhere before
Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for
There's a time and a place I know I just never found it then
But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again

On a clear day you can see almost forever