Way Over Here

It's another summer night down here

Flashing looks and the done up hair

But all that I've come to see

Is if the light is on on the third storey

First the curtains seem to sway

But that could be a breeze from the back hallway

But then the lights and then shapes

Glowing match on a fire escape

It's you behind your mother's curtains

You, I couldn't be more certain

Every move you make is clea

I know all I need to know

From way over here

I've always played my hand so close

I can't tell you what it holds

Maybe clubs and maybe spades

Maybe hearts or diamond shapes

All the wheels will turn again

But it won't change how the story ends

Every face and every name

Just a hopeful bet on the same old game

But you behind your mother's curtains

You, I couldn't be more certain

If you would call a spade a spade

I'd know at last that you

Were calling my name

I've stood by you at the freezer case

And your very presence fogs the pane

I'm trying to read what the boxes say

But it's a floating cloud of you instead

I know all I need to know

From way over here