The view out my windownfrom the house in the citynis a brick wallnwith a fire walk that cuts through the vinesnA big picture windownwith a moon on a mobilenlooking out on the cars going bynnI lay on my back and look up through the windownthrough the branches and the buildingsnI can still see the skynnOld ladies smoke cigarsnand play cards on the front stepnas little girls play hopscotch through the cracks and the linesnIt’s another day in the city and we all seem so busynI like to step back and see the beauty of this lifennI am tired of trying to shove a circle in a squarenwhen I wish that I were herenbut you still can’t find me therenIt’s an empty feelingnlike the wheels spinning in this carngetting me nowhere and taking me just that farnnI used to live in the mountains and look out on the citynthrough the plains and the valleynI could see the skylinenbut my mama got sick and I needed a place to run tonall the pain I was leaving behindnnSlow downnLook aroundnWatch the world spinning roundnWatch the sun, it goes upnWatch the sun, it goes downnEveryday that passes and the world stops spinning roundnI might not be around anymorenSlow downn