Looking out of my window, when
They
Waiting for my visitor to come
I
My visitor to come home
I can
I can
Waiting for my visitor to come
I
My visitor to come home
Misty shapes on rainy days
Reminding me of someone
Turns into a crease
Upon my own thinking
Hard about nothing
A silhouette of
Something looking like
My visitor will come
I
My visitor to come home
Music drapes
My rainy days
Reminding me of
Friendly places
Time is off my side
And in my hands
People may forget my name
I forget how long I
When they get here
I can say I didn
That you were coming
Then they
Of course we were sipping drinks
And feasts alone
Reminding me of empty tables
Fit for kings of
Empty things like me
