Small Window

Flying over Chicago

bare trees line the white snow

Day light fades and lines of cars flash

across the night in red and goldWhat a view from my small window

What a view from my small windowOn the way another new home

looking out on streets I'll come to know

And different faces, but they'll remind me of

those I love far from hereCrystal water in a blue dream

stretching further than I can see

I try and try to swim all the way

but must learn to use my body wellYou wake me with your gentle cooing voice

(And) for all I long

for far more I rejoice