Look out my window, I see you down there That light in your eyes, your wind blown hair You're looking at her, like you used to me It's the same old story Well I'd like to stop watching but I am drawn to the pain A familiar island in this land of pain Well I'm looking for a sign that you might still turn around And see me looking down, looking down 'Cause you have a way of dancing You have a way of moving hearts You have a way of seeing through You are red sky at evening, soft morning light A warm summer rain, fire on a winter's night Cool blue clarity just after sun down You are turning life around You have a way of dreaming You have a way of moving hearts You have a way of seeing through And I look out my window, I see you down there That light in your eyes, you push back your hair You're looking at her, like you used to me It's the same damn story, it's the same old story