Out the Window Songtext
von Bobby Gaylor
Out the Window Songtext
The house I grew up in
Was your basic east coast two story house
The second story
You′d pretty much call it your attic
But me and my brothers' rooms were up there
So during the summer
Needless to say
It was like trying to sleep in hell
The Massachusetts humidity just
Sneaking into your room
And sticking to you like glue
So we didn′t move
Me and my brothers would lay on our beds
Like mannequins
But I was a little luckier than my brothers
'Cause at least I had this huge picture window
It was kind of like a TV screen to the world
And outside the window there was a bunch of trees
And a telephone pole with a street light
So I could really see everything
And we lived near an air force base
And the light, the one that spins around
Oh it would reach into our neighborhood
It would whip its way through the leaves and the trees
And create all these like really weird wicked shapes
I'd lay there and the sounds of the night would come in my room
Cars would come and go
Kids playing
It was just great sounds
Innocent sounds
You′d hear dogs barking from two neighborhoods over
And I′d hear the older kids sometimes in the summer nights
Screeching their tires as they drove home drunk
But it brought in every good noise
The winter
It was cold up there 'cause we only had one radiator
I could see the snow fall in the street light
And I would just watch this white blanket of goodness just cover all
Almost like starting over
There′s gonna be no school tomorrow
Now I don't see anything out my window
′Cause what's outside it I don′t want to see anymore
Nothing worth seeing out there
I don't hear anything good
Sometimes I just like to paint the window black
There are so many familiar sounds though
The night doesn't even seem complete without them
It′s never ending
One bleeding into and bringing on the next
Always starts with the same familiar sound
Which always brings another familiar sound
Brings on more familiar sounds
I can′t sleep now
So now I get up and go in the other room
Now the TV has become my window to the world
Was your basic east coast two story house
The second story
You′d pretty much call it your attic
But me and my brothers' rooms were up there
So during the summer
Needless to say
It was like trying to sleep in hell
The Massachusetts humidity just
Sneaking into your room
And sticking to you like glue
So we didn′t move
Me and my brothers would lay on our beds
Like mannequins
But I was a little luckier than my brothers
'Cause at least I had this huge picture window
It was kind of like a TV screen to the world
And outside the window there was a bunch of trees
And a telephone pole with a street light
So I could really see everything
And we lived near an air force base
And the light, the one that spins around
Oh it would reach into our neighborhood
It would whip its way through the leaves and the trees
And create all these like really weird wicked shapes
I'd lay there and the sounds of the night would come in my room
Cars would come and go
Kids playing
It was just great sounds
Innocent sounds
You′d hear dogs barking from two neighborhoods over
And I′d hear the older kids sometimes in the summer nights
Screeching their tires as they drove home drunk
But it brought in every good noise
The winter
It was cold up there 'cause we only had one radiator
I could see the snow fall in the street light
And I would just watch this white blanket of goodness just cover all
Almost like starting over
There′s gonna be no school tomorrow
Now I don't see anything out my window
′Cause what's outside it I don′t want to see anymore
Nothing worth seeing out there
I don't hear anything good
Sometimes I just like to paint the window black
There are so many familiar sounds though
The night doesn't even seem complete without them
It′s never ending
One bleeding into and bringing on the next
Always starts with the same familiar sound
Which always brings another familiar sound
Brings on more familiar sounds
I can′t sleep now
So now I get up and go in the other room
Now the TV has become my window to the world
Writer(s): Marc H. Bonilla, Bobby Gaylor, Michael Paul Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

