I USED TO SIT AND WATCH
THE BUILDINGS DOWNTOWN
TURN OUT THEIR LIGHTS
NIGHTS WHEN YOU WEREN'T AROUND
FROM MY WINDOW ACROSS THE BAY
THOSE RAINY NIGHTS
WHEN I WOULD BE WORKING LATE
SWEEPING THE FLOORS
AND COUNTING THE CHANGE
THEN I'D WONDER HOME
TO FIND YOU DRUNK AND ALONE
AND WE'D SIT AND WE'D TALK ABOUT HOME
AND OUR EYES AREN'T MEETING
THIS FEELING IS TURNING BLUE
WE USED TO BE FRIENDS
NOW I DON'T SEE YOU ANYMORE
MY LIGHT HAS GONE OUT
LOST THE KEYS TO THAT DOOR
BUT FAR AWAY I KNOW THOSE HIGH RISES SHINE
CASTING LIGHT ON THAT OLD ROOM OF MINE
AND OUR EYES AREN'T MEETING
THIS FEELING IS TURNING BLUE