Standing at a point, a point in my life
Looking out at emotional wastelands
I've been trying to reach out for other people, tell them who I am
It's way too cold to walk these streets alone
Same old windows, same old chair
I always write my saddest songs here
And I think it's because I can't see
The moon and the stars the sun rise and fall
Just a dark and lonely backyard that's all
That is all, that's all, that is all
Sitting by the fire, the fire of your eyes, looking in
Discovering the mysteries of your kin, of my kin, of our kin
Maybe there's a reason for this everlasting story but I can't see the point
It lies way beyond why we should struggle for love, to feel love, to give love
Same old windows same old chair
This one I write to all you people out there
Who think it's because you can't see the moon and the stars
The sun rise and fall, that you sometimes feel very weak and small
And I think it's because I can't see
The moon and the stars the sun rise and fall
Just a dark and lonely backyard that's all, that's all, that is all