The Window

I’ve watched the years go by outside my window
New houses gone up where my brothers once stood
And I can’t remember quite how things once were
But something’s been lost in this old neighbourhood

Things are a changing outside my front door
And Nobody looks out my window no more
No, nobody looks out my window no more.

More than one family has sat at my table
Called this house a home
The children are grown now their echoes died down
Even my ghosts have left me alone

Things are a changing outside my front door
And Nobody looks out my window no more
No, nobody looks out my window no more.

And what good’s a house when its rooms are all empty?
What good’s a house when no one calls it “home”?
I’m still standing sentinel, tired and lonely,
The weeds are overgrown.

My bones are a’creaking I just can’t get warm
Who knows how much longer I’ll weather the storm
But long as I’m standing People will see
A glimpse of the past And of what used to be
I am the neighbourhood’s last memory

Things are a changing outside my front door
And Nobody looks out my window no more
No, nobody looks out my window no more.

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Your next stop is 10115 88th Ave. Head back to 110th Ave and take a right, then turn left onto 88th Ave. The stop will be a block and a half down, on your left hand side.