Windows - Gary Burton, Chick Corea, Pat Metheny

Yeah…

Oh, If you count every word I say

Over again you might find a way

Seven verses to magnify

Drop the feather for you will never fly

Tapestries of black and gold are crying

Looking through the windows

I am watching you as you go by

Down a wave of fire

Your pale skin can’t turn any whiter

Grant a wish, sing a bitter tune

Never stops to forget you’ve seen

Tapestries of black and gold are crying

Looking through the windows

I am watching you as you go by

Walk along a lonely mile

Saw a bird falling at my feet

Crawling like a wounded child

Moving farther out of reach

I want to be alone now

Come on, come on, come on, hey

If you count every word I say

Over again you could find a way

Seven verses that magnify

Drop the feather for you will never fly

Tapestries of black and gold are crying

Looking through the windows

I am watching you as you go by