I saw a window
It looked most familiar
Had I seen it once before
Cracks in the pane
Chips in the frame
That old, familiar smell
Of tree green paint
When I looked through the window
I saw nothing I hadn't seen before
Waving trees and bumblebees
And a river unwinding
Cracks in the pane
Chips in the frame
That old, familiar sound
When you say my name