Jimmy Stewart

Did you ever feel like Jimmy Stewart, sitting staring out the window

Making stories up about the neighbors?

Well, I have

Albert always says, "Hello", but keeps his windows covered with old news

What's he hiding, Ron and Irene?

Always, looking for a story

Pigeons feeding, on the seeds that fall

The big man's out next-door, it's half-past nine, a cigarette between his

Lips, still shaking from a dream the night before

Ah-ha

A thousand tiny people gathered round, kicked the door down

You're not from our town

There she goes again, hang me out to dry

All day, see her sparkle in the light

Oh, and I am lost