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?

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