Windows - John Hartford

On these vacant streets of nightfall

Try to fool myself, I don’t know where I’m going

And these gutters that I’m walking

The reflection of a thousand windows glowing

Some are laughing, some are crying

Some are yawning as I quickly pass them by

Something moving back behind

I hear a bumping, or a sneeze, sometimes a sigh

All those windows, pretty windows

Each contain their private dramas

I just pass outside just glancing up in vain

The flowers grow in boredom

And the curtains hang to mock me

Is there not a chance that i might venture in?

(Instrumental Break)

But the empty windows of your eyes

The shades are down to block my gaze within

Your door is shut and boarded up

I stand in silence shivering in the rain

And the wind that bangs a garbage can

Just echoes insults deep within my tortured soul

It says «move on 'ye barefoot boy

There are no windows here for you.»

The minutes whisper «time for you to go»

All those windows, pretty windows

Fading back into their hallways

I just stand outside and watch them both in vain

The paint just peels in boredom

And the cobwebs hang to mock me

Is there not a chance that I might venture in?

(Instrumental Outro)