Windows on the World

Autumn faces no expression

A life's worth of ephemera

Though you don't get the impression

You can't trust the camera

Presence of mind

Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future

When we saw that play about past lives

I can't remember the name of it

Walked in Times Square half past midnight

Back when it was more dangerous

Caught in space

Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were

On a clear day you can see almost forever

In the plate glass my reflection

Seems something is missing

And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside of a television

Burned on the screen

Light up American dream

Just not the one I thought I'd found

Can't shake this feeling that I've seen this all somewhere before

Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for

There's a time and a place I know I just never found it then

But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again

On a clear day you can see almost forever