Out from my window across from the city I have what’s considered a good view Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain Where I walk to break in new shoes
She stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis Like horses in parades in passing I ask where she’s headed she tells me, ‘Ohio, I’ve not seen my mother in ages It’s been a long time, a real long time.’ a real long time.. ...
Out from my window ‘How far is Ohio?’ She laughed and pointed out east She said, ‘I grew up there with my dear mother And I haven’t seen her since thirteen.
You see, I was taken while she lay sleeping By my father’s hired man We moved to the city so far from my family I haven’t been back there since. It’s been a long time, a real long time.’ a real long time..
Out from my window please hear me Ohio Your daughter wants to come home She longs to be with you to hug you to kiss you To never leave her alone
And I’ve gotten know her to live with to love her It’s hard to see her leave She belongs to her mother and the state of Ohio I wish she belonged to me
I used to be a someone you would run to My eyes, they were the windows you would look through Now much to your surprise looking through these eyes You found beauty
I used to be a someone you would talk to My eyes, they were the windows you would look through Now much to your surprise looking through these eyes You saw beauty Now much to your surprise looking through these eyes You found it
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow maybe you’ll come back sometime She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings
There’s a kiss from the window, tells me she loves me And how she’s sending letters and drawings But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring...
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow maybe you’ll call me sometime Small time still city she one day calls me Tells me she’s married, I took it badly
Moments of silence, sounds of her laughing When are you sending letters and drawings But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring....
Goodbye angel hear you’re successfull Maybe tomorrow, well maybe you’ll come back sometime Hands in your pockets here’s where you left me Only with memories when we were just sixteen But the letters never came
She spends her time with other boys He spends his time fixing cars She doesn’t mind that he’s gone It gives her more time to talk
He’ll come around when he’s bored And she’ll pay him no mind ‘We must stop meeting like this,’ He said with a grin while walking in And she just slammed the door in his face
‘We must stop meeting like this,’ He said with a grin while walking in And she just slammed the door in his face
I’ll see you around.. I’ll see you around sometime..x2 ..
She hangs her coat on the door He hangs his head on her hopes She sleeps alone with her thoughts She dreams of good times
He’ll come around when he’s old She’ll pay him no mind
‘We must stop meeting like this, Coming to bed with no words said Makes it tougher on both of us.’..x2
And I’ll see you around... I’ll see you around sometime....x2 ...
It used to be much better than this.........
It used to be so much better than this It used to be..
I’ll come down tomorrow morning And meet you at our new location In front of City Bookstore Across the street from the railway station
She tells me how her night was spent Nursing coffee and cigarettes You waited til your husband left To pack your things and off you went
He wouldn’t notice that you’d left Til morning when the drink wore off He stayed out all night with his friends Never to return again
In front of City Bookstore Across the street from the railway station You show up with your suitcase Ten dollars and a sad expression
She tells me that it’s all over now She’s done her time and now she’s out From the prison that she calls a house Where she stayed put while he went out
She left him a note taped to the door Saying, ‘Babe I won’t be back no more I can’t find reasons for me to stay Married to you and your cheating ways.’
Walked her out to the train Couldn’t hide my pain Or these tears that flow From my eyes like rain That September morning, 1959