Bed By the Window

Two old friends shared a room - in a home for the elderly
Confined to their beds - their bodies had given - way.

Old Joe lay by the window - and watched the days go by
Bill LIVED to hear him tell - about the world outside

From the bed by the window - he’d tell how the children played
the lovers in the park - the ducks out on the lake . .

the little boy who swept the sidewalk - when the sun came up each day
From the bed by the window - he told it just that way.

They shared with each other - the stories of their lives
and relived all their memories - and dreamed of better times

Outside the leaves were changing - the summer turned to fall
and from the bed by the window - old Joe described it all

From the bed by the window - he’d tell how the children played
the lovers in the park - the ducks out on the lake . .

the little boy who swept the sidewalk - when the sun came up each day
From the bed by the window - he told it just that way.

Then on a cold winter morning - in the light of the dawn
the bed by the window was empty - Old Joe was gone

and then they moved Bill to the window - he couldn’t hold back the tears
when he finally saw the view outside - after all those years

From the bed by the window
He couldn’t see out at all
There was nothing out that window
but an old brick wall

Now a new man shares that room - in a home for the elderly
confined to his bed - his body has given way

Bill lies by the window - as the days go by
his new friend LIVES to hear him tell - about the world outside

From the bed by the window - he tells how the children play
the lovers in the park - the ducks out on the lake . .

The little boy who sweeps the sidewalk - when the sun comes up each day
From the bed by the window - he tells it just that way.