Down on Magazine Street the poets all can dance

All the ladies in waiting, dreaming of the south of France

Children play as their coloring the sky

While the old folks watch from the corner,

From the corner of their eyes

From my open window

I feel the sun begin to set

The rising smell of diner

And the sound of a distant TV set

Chorus

Another day to walk in the park on the hill, we could go anywhere

Another night to stare at the stars in the sky, we’ll do it all the time

If the money should ever get tight, I know that we’ll be all right

It’s another day from the view at my window

Up on the rooftop, old man Meyer feeds his birds

His wife tends to her roses, up to her elbows in earth

They don’t have to speak, they silently agree

They have been together since 1953

From my open window

I feel the sun begin to set

The rising smell of diner

And the sound of a distant TV set

Out back behind Jonny’s, isn’t that the place we met

The kids are still hanging out there, sharing beer and cigarettes

I know they’ll be fine, some might disagree

Well they will turn out all right, just like you and me

Just like you and me, well now, didn’t we

From my open window

I feel the sun begin to set

The rising smell of diner

And the sound of a distant TV set