the summer sun, the winter snow
yet somehow I still feel the same
I'm mostly young, no mostly old
mostly silent and alone
still hoping that my waiting's not in vain
looking outside through the window
looking outside
the miles come and go
white lines blurring on the road
yet somehow I end up in the same old place
I'm mostly lost, no mostly found
mostly tired and broken down
still hoping that my waiting's not in vain
looking outside through the window
looking outside
hours pass, no time to lose
still some shine left on my shoes
yet somehow I still feel small and afraid
I'm mostly sick, no mostly well
mostly done with this living hell
still hoping that my waiting's not in vain
looking outside through the window
looking outside
