Seat By The Window

Goodbye, Sunday afternoon I hope you'll miss me When you're fishing by yourself Goodbye, country lane I will remember the rustle of each tree From my seat by the window I can see life passing me by Pass me by In my seat by the window In a bus on the old town road, goodbye Hello, open road You're no different Feel I've seen you before Before it's too late I'll take a last look at things I left behind From my seat by the window I can see tomorrow over the hill One more hill In my seat by the window In a bus on the open road, hello In my seat by the window In bus on the open road, hello City lights fill my eyes I'm so weary with the sights that I see Broken lady Broken man You walk together but you feel alone tonight From my seat by the window I can see my life will never be the same Be the same In my seat by the window In a bus on a crowded city road Goodbye, Sunday afternoon I hope you'll miss me when you're fishing by yourself Goodbye, country lane I will remember the rustle of each tree Goodbye, Sunday afternoon