Outside My Window

Outside my window is a street
There you used to be when we used to meet

You called a friend and said what
First left from the gate then left again
knock on the first window on the right
Not too hard a house to spot

All those evenings I came home
You didn't wait for the engine to stop
Right at the gate, right at the door
Holding my baby who could ask for more

[Br.]
Then there were dark days
When clouds came into our room
Until I had to ask if the tears
Don't stop, could I drown?


In the valley of cold wind now..
[Ch.]
Outside my window is a street
There you used to be when we used to meet