Feeling Is Turning Blue

I USED TO SIT AND WATCH

THE BUILDINGS DOWNTOWN

TURN OUT THEIR LIGHTS

NIGHTS WHEN YOU WEREN'T AROUND

FROM MY WINDOW ACROSS THE BAYTHOSE RAINY NIGHTS

WHEN I WOULD BE WORKING LATE

SWEEPING THE FLOORS

AND COUNTING THE CHANGE

THEN I'D WONDER HOME

TO FIND YOU DRUNK AND ALONE

AND WE'D SIT AND WE'D TALK ABOUT HOMEAND OUR EYES AREN'T MEETING

THIS FEELING IS TURNING BLUEWE USED TO BE FRIENDS

NOW I DON'T SEE YOU ANYMORE

MY LIGHT HAS GONE OUT

LOST THE KEYS TO THAT DOOR

BUT FAR AWAY I KNOW THOSE HIGH RISES SHINE

CASTING LIGHT ON THAT OLD ROOM OF MINE