(McPherson/Foreman)



A man opened his window and stared up Primrose Hill

Out there enjoying themselves I've seen them from this sill

Green splashed with white and red going brown

Children baiting animals running up and down



I stare out of this window

See the world go past



Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall

Piles of colour supplements squeeze between his fall

For a fleeting second I was up that hill

Although I've never been there I wish I was there still



I stare out of this window

See the world go past

I've read and looked at everything

I know it off by heart



Deliveries every day newspapers and food

Never had to venture out the phone has been removed

Open up the window and stare up Primrose Hill

Sitting here it's dark outside and everything is still



I stare out of this window

See the world go past

I've read and looked at everything

I know it off by heart