'I've stared out this dirty smudged window many times before
I've seen many nicely dressed people but none go through this door
but I guess that's how life is when you're poor
You don't got money but atleast you don't know what it's for
I guess ignorance is the most mature thing that we have
So we've got to laugh


I've watched so many people do so many stupid things
I've watched the depressed widow and how her broken heart stings
Holy angels up high fall with no wings
The sad lonely bar tender as he finishes old drinks
I realize now how grateful I am never to have lived
So I guess to end it all not living has been my gift

a ghost in the window'