Small Window

Flying over Chicago, bare trees lie in the white snow
Daylight fades and lines of cars flash
Across the night in red and gold
What a view from my small window
What a view from my small window
On the way another new home
Looking out on the streets Ive come to know
And different faces but theyll remind me of
Those I love far from here
Gristle water in a blue dream
Stretching further than I can see
I try and try to swim all the way
But must learn to use my body well
You wake me with your gentle caring voice
For all I long or found oh, I rejoice