THE VIEW FROM HERE W/M: Bob Bennett, Tom Prasada-Rao My apartment overlooks the railroad tracks And a city salvage yard across the way That's where they bring all the broken things Just like me, they can't throw anything away Sometimes at night I see the fading, flashing lights Of the barricades that used to warn the cars An earthbound astronaut, I can connect the dots To see the constellations in those stars Sometimes I can see what's right in front of me I can hear what's being whispered in my ear It's not like I planned but from where I stand I can see the view from here There's just one little train that runs by here Some tanker cars, the occasional caboose It can never look back, it just follows the tracks Me, I don't have the same excuse The first early morning I heard him I thought he was a jerk This guy who whistled through my Window as he worked But now when I hear him I can't help but wonder why If that guy can whistle Then why can't I?