I looked out the window to see if I could see you
The birds outside were singing a song
The sun shining down through the crooked leaves cast
Flick'ring and dancing light onto the ground below
The sky was an ocean, the kite was a sailboat
And the wind was there to push it along
A glance to windowsill fleeting hope
A turn to the driveway behind me to feel the warmth
Was it a tired routine
Was it a brief escape
Was it a dream I made to mirror this
A code in a notebook, a ring of the bell
A secret place to leave you a note
The smell of the stamps in the postal room
The smell of the books as a new perfume to wear
Was it a home I kept
Was it a warm retreat
Was it a dream i made to mirror this