The View From My Window (It's Not Home)

The view from my room is incredible

Busy roads, cars still going at all hours

See a little peak into hundreds of lives

Without ever leaving this seat.

And when I can't sleep,

And I feel like I'm losing my mind

I sit here and watch out

And remind myself how small I am.

The view from my room will never get old.

But there's no place like home.

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Every time I look through those glass panels

I spot something new

But I can't shake the feeling,

There's something I'm missing.

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I miss the simple pleasures of home.

When nothing but a quiet cul-de-sac

could be seen from my window view.

I never thought I'd say it,

But here I go

I miss the old;

The old and the predictable,

The predictable and the familiar

For good, or for bad

There's no place like home.