This cannot be real
Lookin' up into the cold
This window holds a view
Of you and I and growing old

I would call you now
If I had strength on the telephone
I would call you now
Say the words to bring you home

This cannot be real
Lookin out into the rain
This window holds a view
Of you and I and how things change

I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here
I would call you now
Sing the words that bring you near

I would call you now
If you weren't sleeping three hours from here
So lay your sweet head down
And dream of me, so far yet near