This cannot be real
Lookin' out into the cold.
This window holds a view
Of you and I and growing old.
I would call you now
If I had strength on telephones.
I would call you now
And say the words to bring you home.
This cannot be real
Lookin' out into the rain.
This window holds a view
Of you and I and how things change.
I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here.
I would call you now
And sing the words that bring you near.
I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here.
So lay your sweet head down
And dream of me
So far yet near.