You're staring out the window again
What are you looking for?
Maybe a squirrel
Maybe the first sign of sunrise
maybe you aren't sure yet
Maybe I'm looking for the same thing.

you put your head down, to the floor -
did you give up so quickly?
Is that it? Are we done
looking for something more
in you, in me, in the world?
Have you really let go of hope
Just as easily as I have?

Quit looking at me like
I have anything left to give you.
If I could tear down each wall
for you, you know I would.
But my hands are tired
so

you are staring back out the window.