Another Town

I, I look out of my window

From my room on the 15th floor

And watch the cars pass by

Rain, raindrops like diamonds coming down

Different kinds of music mixed up

A roary friday night

A girl, a girl running for shelter to a porch

She's checking out her make-up briefly

In a shop window

The beggar stumbling down the sidewalk

To the mission post just around the corner

To dry his worn out clothes

It's just a street in another town

Another country but the same old sounds

It looks familiar like I've been here before

But it's another hotelroom on another hotel-floor

I just turn off the light

And go to bed

Silence, there's nothing but the raindrops falling down

The last bus has made its stop

And took the drunks away

Now the street's completely deserted

Without the flashing neon-lights

It looks so cold and gray

Tomorrow my suitcase packed with one more towel

And when the sweepers clean the street up

I'll be miles away

And later, I will look out of my window

Another crowd walks the scenery

But the play didn't really change