Thousand windows Pop

As I walk around the lonely town
The cloak of night wears a moonlit gown
The lamps reflect my dreams
In the rainy streets of lovers’ streams

Strangers pass me by, where do they go –
To say goodbye or to say hello?
To empty rooms alone
Or to arms that long to seem them hold?

As a thousand windows light the shadows of the night
And a thousand rooms are hidden from my sight
With the young, the old, the lonely and the lovers there
Does the city have no time to care?

In the busy crowd that hurries by
Do strangers care if you laugh or cry?
But then, of course it’s true
That the passerby has troubles too

On the road of life, where we belong
You hope someday, someone comes along
Through light, the windows of
Hearts that long to find their own true love