Leaning - Isolation Years

Leaning on a windowsill

Looking at the street below

Thinking it might take some time to walk from there to here

I turn around and face the room

And there is music from the stereo

The only time I am right is when you’re wrong so don’t lean on me

There is someone at the door

I walk towards the hall

And hoping that it’s you I turn the key

Driving for another hour will take us to that rental room

Were talking about before we met I’m glad that I’m not like then

Sleeping in a worn out bed

Where lovers carved their names before

Now we would never do such things but still we feel like them

I wake up and get dressed

Pay the room and get the car

It’s you behind the wheel — I turn the key

Waiting through a stack of bills

While glancing through a magazine

There are really only means to pass the time and wait for you

There is someone at the door

I walk towards the hall and hoping that it’s you I turn the key