Is this boring? Is this sad? Is this life I lead so bad?
To see the world through windows...Is a glimpse all that I've had?
As I try to mark the seasons, leaves change from green to red
And I try to know the reasons, but I raise questions instead...

I rush my way through airports, from taxis to hotels,
From conference to coffee rooms; perhaps there's nothing else?
Perhaps all that we ever see, is never really true,
And the best that we can hope for is a window with a view...