Same Old Story

Look out my window, I see you down there
that light in your eyes, your wind blown hair
you're looking at her, like you used to me
it's the same old story

well I'd like to stop watching but I am drawn to the pain
a familiar island in this land of pain
well I'm looking for a sign that you might still turn around
and see me looking down, looking down

'cause you have a way of dancing
you have a way of moving hearts
you have a way of seeing through

you are red sky at evening, soft morning light
a warm summer rain, fire on a winter's night
cool blue clarity just after sun down
you are turning life around

you have a way of dreaming
you have a way of moving hearts
you have a way of seeing through

and I look out my window, I see you down there
that light in your eyes, you push back your hair
you're looking at her, like you used to me
it's the same damn story, it's the same old story