This cannot be real
Lookin' out into the cold
This window holds a view
Of you and I and growing old
I would call you now
If I had strength on telephones
I would call you now
And say the words
To bring you home
This cannot be real
Lookin' out into the rain
This window holds a view
Of you and I
And how things change
I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping
Three hours from here
I would call you now
And sing the words
That bring you near
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