| Looking out at the night, the only driver’s wheel
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| Curving hips made of snow in the withered fields
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| There’s a house up way back where the lamp light glows
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| Left a star out in the cold for the people I’ll never know
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| Who left the light, left the light in the window?
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| What would I change if the choice were mine?
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| I was doing the best I knew at the time
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| And every door and was opened and door that closed
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| All the things that made me glow, set me off down another road
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| Out to look for a light, for a light in the window
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| Now the old has already passed away
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| But the new is too new to be born today
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| So I’m throwing out seeds on the winter snow
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| As the cold wind begins to blow
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| Standing here on a new threshold
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| I can see a warm dim light in the window
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| And the world is a little storm
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| And the world is a little close
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| And the world is a little light
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| And it’s moving very fast
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| I pass from mystery to mystery, so I won’t lie
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| I don’t what happens when people die
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| But I hope that I see you walking slow
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| Smiling wide as the sunlight grows
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| Drop my map with a thousand folds
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| In the distance I see a glow
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| There’s a light, there' s a light, there’s a light
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| In the window |