I’ll find a place somewhere in the corner
I’m gonna waste the rest of my days
Just watching patiently from the window
Just waiting seasons change, some day
Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate.

I want to be the wandering sailor
We’re silhouettes by the light of the moon
I sit playing solitaire by the window
Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah
You’ll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door
And I’ll [bad word] to tie your shoe
And I’ll [bad word] to tie your shoe.