A hand holding a teal alarm clock close to the lens

From Clockwatcher, Track 03

Window Seat

Lyrics

Third floor, a Tuesday washed in gray
The screen has held me half the day
The coffee's cold, the meeting ran
I'm every inch the careful man
Then something crosses, slow and white
A country moving through the light
It doesn't knock, it doesn't call
It just goes sailing past the wall

The office hums, the phones still ring
I don't take in a single thing
The inbox climbs, I let it climb
The sky is keeping better time
Some younger weather fills my chest
And for a minute I can rest

Look how it moves, the whole sky leaning
Shadows swimming on the floor
Look how it moves, it still has meaning
I have watched this all before
Look how it moves, I'm barely breathing
Like the first time, wanting more

The glare comes back, the numbers wait
The clouds have never once been late
They cross the roofline, tall and slow
Dragging their shadows as they go
I give the glass a minute more
The light walks slowly down the floor

The office hums, the phones still ring
I don't take in a single thing
The gray gives way, the white burns through
The whole west wall is turning blue
The boy who knew the clouds by name
Is looking out, we look the same

Look how it moves, the whole sky leaning
Shadows swimming on the floor
Look how it moves, it still has meaning
I have watched this all before
Look how it moves, I'm barely breathing
Like the first time, wanting more

The first drops hit the pane and run
Small rivers racing, one by one
I never stopped
I just looked down
I never looked away

Look how it moves, the gold hour leaning
Slow across the quiet floor
Look how it moves, it still has meaning
And I'm not hiding anymore
Look how it moves, and I'm still watching
Older now, but like before

The screen goes dark
The sky stays lit
I keep a little watch of it
The rain writes slowly on the pane
The kind of work I can't explain

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