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If I stand by the window, I can count from here
How many of those out on the street have lived with you near,
Cos we're all slowed down some by the change in the air –
I sense the leaving days begin but I don't go nowhere,
Yeah.

There were times in this town
In the final months of the century, I concede
I was glad of that dream I’d had of you that was hard for me,
Cos it helped me remember how to feel that way –
No more school for the summer and no plans for the holiday.

CH:
You've got your own way of travelling home,
You've got the system rigged for being alone,
But I said that there is something here in the room with us
That is calling out to us,
And we cannot let it go unanswered.

On a bright blue Sunday like you don't often get no more,
I found a long unknown way home
That I'd swear wasn't there before,
And I saw you clearly, as I stopped for the trains,
Climb on the first one out of the century,
Never to be coming back again.

(Repeat CH)

There is something here in the room with us
That is calling out to us,
And we cannot let it go.
If I stand by the window, I can count from here
How many of those out on the street have lived with you near.

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