Seat by the Window Songtext
von John Kongos

Goodbye, Sunday afternoon
I hope you′ll miss me
When you're fishing by yourself
Goodbye, country lane
I will remember the rustle of each tree
From my seat by the window
I can see life passing me by
Pass me by
In my seat by the window
In a bus on the old town road, goodbye
Hello, open road You′re no different
Feel I've seen you before
Before it's too late
I′ll take a last look at things I left behind
From my seat by the window
I can see tomorrow over the hill
One more hill
In my seat by the window
In a bus on the open road, hello
In my seat by the window
In bus on the open road, hello


City lights fill my eyes
I′m so weary with the sights that I see
Broken lady
Broken man
You walk together but you feel alone tonight
From my seat by the window
I can see my life will never be the same
Be the same
In my seat by the window
In a bus on a crowded city road
Goodbye, Sunday afternoon
I hope you'll miss me when you′re fishing by yourself
Goodbye, country lane
I will remember the rustle of each tree
Goodbye, Sunday afternoon