on an old lemon tree
out side my window
where my dreams are hanging
every morning i let it drink
every evening i hang a dream
maybe someday I'll make it real

on a long green field
out side my window
where my thoughts are running
every morning i go for a run
every evening i let them come back
maybe one day they will carry me far

on an old dusty highway
way out side my window
my wishes are driving fast
every morning I wonder where
every evening i send another for a drive
maybe someday I'll never have to come back

in my old dark room
all i have is the window
where I wake up in the morning
just to go to sleep at night
where my deep secrets
are lying naked underneath my scars