I, I LOOK OUT OF MY WINDOW FROM MY ROOM ON THE 15TH FLOOR AND WATCH THE CARS PASS BY
RAIN, RAINDROPS LIKE DIAMONDS COMING DOWN DIFFERENT KINDS OF MUSIC MIXED UP A ROARY FRIDAY NIGHT
A GIRL, A GIRL RUNNING FOR SHELTER TO A PORCH SHE'S CHECKING OUT HER MAKE-UP BRIEFLY IN A SHOP WINDOW
THE BEGGAR STUMBLING DOWN THE SIDEWALK TO THE MISSION POST JUST AROUND THE CORNER TO DRY HIS WORN OUT CLOTHES
IT'S JUST A STREET IN ANOTHER TOWN ANOTHER COUNTRY BUT THE SAME OLD SOUNDS IT LOOKS FAMILIAR LIKE I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE BUT IT'S ANOTHER HOTELROOM ON ANOTHER HOTEL-FLOOR
I JUST TURN OFF THE LIGHT AND GO TO BED
SILENCE, THERE'S NOTHING BUT THE RAINDROPS FALLING DOWN THE LAST BUS HAS MADE ITS STOP AND TOOK THE DRUNKS AWAY
NOW THE STREET'S COMPLETELY DESERTED WITHOUT THE FLASHING NEON-LIGHTS IT LOOKS SO COLD AND GRAY
TOMORROW MY SUITCASE PACKED WITH ONE MORE TOWEL AND WHEN THE SWEEPERS CLEAN THE STREET UP I'LL BE MILES AWAY
AND LATER, I WILL LOOK OUT OF MY WINDOW ANOTHER CROWD WALKS THE SCENERY BUT THE PLAY DIDN'T REALLY CHANGE