Peek Into Your Window

You’re coming, coming into your own and that’s nice.
I heard all about your black belt and your brown rice.
No more drugs or amateur nights.

I see you reading. Does it make it better than when you don’t?
Do you still rock and roll in the bed with someone you know?
And if so, how does that go?

That’s why I peek into your window at night.
That’s why I sneak into your window at night.

Were you looking, looking for a good way to be?
And did you settle on something else because it was cheap?
And if you did, was it a relief?

Did you get some hints?
We learn by imitating just like chimps.
I know for my part I’ve been researching.
And it’s still a hazy mystery.

That’s why I peek into your window at night.
That’s why I sneak into your window at night.

Wipe off the train window
And look at the guy smoking and shoveling snow.
I’ve got 54 dollars left and no where to go.
Freedom is knowing nobody knows.

That’s why I peek into your window at night.
That’s why I sneak into your window at night.
That’s why.