It's Ten O'Clock in Toronto

I check into a room on the 21st floor

I'm travelling on cruise control

Turn on the TV and lock the door



I hear a news reporter

She says "we are looking to the sky

Tonight we're in the midst of a lunar eclipse

Hmmmm what a heavenly sight"



I pull back the curtains, and there

Above the building across the street

I spy the man in the moon playing hide and seek



I try to keep my eyes fixed on that elusive moon

But I'm distracted across the way

I can see into some rooms

There's a young woman sitting at a desk

So busy writing

Now a man sits next to her

Looks like they're fighting

She buries her head in her hands

And silently she cries

He gets up, paces, pounds the wall

Shakes his fist up to the sky



To the moon, Alice



Two rooms down I can see

Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly

No it's just a Hitchcock film

A wide screen color TV

Over in the corner

There's an old man playing with a black cat

If he saw me spying like this

What whould he think of that



Would he think that I'm a voyeur

Or just another lonely one

An interloper taking notes of heartache on the run



Now the moon is bathed in shadows

That woman is bathed in tears

Grace Kelly bathed in the limelight

For so many years

I'm bathed in the darkness

Behind this window pane

Watching light and love and life

Wax and wane



Now the old man and the black cat

Are dozing in an easy chair

Are visions dancing in their heads

Of moonbeams in the air



It's Ten O'Clock in Toronto

Ten O'Clock in Toronto

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