My Window-Wax Tailor

In my window In my window In my window In my window Yeah I put on my headphones as I plan to escape That's when I start to see sounds, understanding the shapes 'Cause when life get's bananas in this planet of apes I'm in my window like the nosey old man in the drapes Cut it out like an unwanted hand in faith Through my blinds, every man glimpse and tamper with fate Tune the world out, shiftshape phantom of space Random thoughts on the canvas hold your orbit in place In my window I keep it cracked open just a little so the wind blow To carry me to places I ain't never been like Indo-nesia So at my leisure I can float above the leaning tower of Pisa Without a visa, with this procedure Wild out on instrumentals Simmer down now Heavy mental take me away The calgon route Roam the mind of memories lost And saw my grandchild In a future window waiting for a moment like now In my window In my window In my window In my window I paint myself blacker Queen of Sheba African features My laughter a sax line Coltrane's Naima Paint the past and present Rapped in flatted sevenths On a blues scale stepping Stairway to heaven See myself living my dreams with my eyes open Far from guys moping who never tried coping And only ties ropes into nooses Feeling useless when they high sloping Analyse scoping So when I Dash to the window My pace the same tempo Of an old love song Strumming the pain of the banjo Potted plants and candles Peep and get cancelled Willow trees weep on the streets And frame scandals Then I start writing bars Lighting cigars of planet Mars Dumping ashes that look like falling stars While the chain that I'm wearing hangs over me Dips down to sun so when it swings It's like a solar eclipse in my window In my window In my window In my window In my window