Sitting at the window, staring down

Listen to the people shuffle around and around

Hear the children laughing

Feel the morning breeze (feel the morning breeze)

Sunlight warms his skin

The autumn air is taken in

A nearby bird sings its song for him

For him

A room with a view

You're looking at him

He's looking through you

A room with a view

Who's fooling who?

There's got to be something that he knew

So there he sits, and some may wonder

About the sly grin on his face

Yet little do they know

(They don't have a clue)

The boundaries of his wisdom

In the solitude of his kingdom

A room with a view

You're looking at him

He's looking through you

A room with a view

Who's fooling who?

There's got to be something that he knew