I live on the corner where lovers meet Young cubs linger and shuffle their feet Up here in my window seat Looking down from on high at the world passing by Just wasting time Playing songs to myself You are somewhere else
I live right beside the old clock tower It serves to remind me that every passing hour That I spend here alone, dear, all by myself You are somewhere else
Down at the corner is where I’ll be When the clock strikes the hour that you come to me But for right now I am here Playing songs to myself You, dear, are somewhere else
