"Two old friends shared a room in a home for the elderly
Confined to their beds their bodies giving way
Old Joe lay by the window and watched the day go by
And Bill lived to hear him tell about the world outside

They shared with each other the stories of their lives
And relived all their memories and dreams of a better time
Outside the leaves were changing, summer turned to fall
And from the bed by the window old Joe described it all

From, the bed by the window he'd tell how the children played
The lovers in the park, the ducks out on the lake
The little boy swept the sidewalk when the sun came up each day
From the bed by the window he told it just that way

On a cold winter morning in the light of the dawn
The bed by the window was empty old Joe had passed and gone
They moved Bill by the window he couldn't hold back the tears
He'd finally see the view outside after all these years"

-Bed By The Window