Windows, windows, windows, that's all I really see. There's this place and there is another. Where there are Windows of the Soul there surely must be doors. Maybe I'll go through to the purple mountains or through to the place where the moon smiles at the star. Or maybe I’ll go to the man with the flower tattoos soaring home. I guess it really does not matter so much where I go but that when I go there I AM really there. Windows, windows, windows, that's all I really see.