Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
Denison Witmer
This cannot be real
Looking out into the cold
This window holds a view
Of you and I and growing old
I would call you now
If i had strength on telephones
I would call you now
And say the words to bring you home
This cannot be real
Looking out into the rain
This window holds a view
Of you and I and how things change
I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here
I would call you now
And sing the words that bring you near
I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here
So lay your sweet head down
And dream of me
So far yet near