LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bernard Morris

(verse 1)
Walking down the street with teardrops falling from my eye
Silhouettes moving behind the curtains
Above the treetops I see the romantic moon rise
And the sadness inside me it worsens

(chorus)
Behind closed curtains about their life the people go
Than having a home there’s nothing greater
With tears in my eyes I see the silhouetted show
I am the invisible spectator

(verse 2)
Street lights they cast long distorted shadows on the ground
In the night my shadow is forlorn
No cars pass the low drone has gone and there is no sound
At times like this I wish I’d not been born

(chorus)
Behind closed curtains about their life the people go
Than having a home there’s nothing greater
With tears in my eyes I see the silhouetted show
I am the invisible spectator

(bridge)
Doors they open and the people they invite me in
Then I wake up and I realize I was dreaming

(verse 3)
From the window houses yellow light gives a warm glow
While outside in the dark I’m alone
How I feel those people in their homes will never know
Just what it’s like not to have a home

(chorus)
Behind closed curtains about their life the people go
Than having a home there’s nothing greater
With tears in my eyes I see the silhouetted show
I am the invisible spectator