Three windows, oval room
Glass doorknobs lit by the moon
About midnight I sat here alone
Heard the nighttime sigh a nocturnal moan
Can’t stay asleep, glass of orange juice
The radiator tinks, so I hum, too
The countryside illuminated
In the dead of night I can hear the Earth thinking, like
Three windows, yeah, oval room
Glass doorknobs like little moons
Glass half full of fresh orange juice
Through a glass window, the world I view
Peaceful trees, still, white gravel road
Winter breeze trickles under the window
Endless fields, let me sit here and listen
A train whistles in the distance like
Three windows, yeah, oval room
Glass doorknobs like little moons
Glass half full of fresh orange juice
Through a glass window, the world I view
When I’m old I’ll remember the sound
I’ll remember the feeling of being up and alone