Whilst he watches from the window
As grey clouds float overhead
In the glow of the lamp light
Their lips meet in a tender kiss
As the envious onlooker watches
They rest against the middle carriage
Of a train of parked cars
Just as her skirt rises
They embrace and move on
A moment of excitement
In their drunken stumble home
The grey giants gather
Silently looming in the blackness
They merge together only to break
As the rain quietly starts to fall
I hear nothing but the airs quiet sigh
As she parts to let passing cars by
I wait for my own chariot of steel
To drive me off into the night
To watch this corner of the world
Drift by on the other side
Of yet another pale window
Through which we observe
Our lives go by
Echoes in the glass
As other peoples actions
Reflect our own past
