Out There

Safe behind these windows
 And these parapets of stone
 Gazing at the people down below me
 All my life I watch them
 As I hide up here alone
 Hungry for the histories they show me
 All my life I memorize their faces
 Knowing them as they will never know me
 All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
 Not above them... but part of them
 And OUT THERE, living in the sun
 Give me one day out there
 All I ask is one, to hold forever
 OUT THERE, where they all live on, aware
 What I'd give, what I'd dare,
 Just to live one day OUT THERE.
 Out there among the millers
 And the weavers and their wives
 Through the roofs and gables I can see them
 Every day they shout and scold
 And go about their lives
 Heedless of the gift it is to be them
 If I were in their skin I'd treasure every instant
 OUT THERE, strolling by the Seine
 Taste a morning OUT THERE,
 Like ordinary men, who freely walk
 About there, just one day and then
 I swear I'll be content with my share
 Won't resent, won't despair,
 Old and bent, I won't care,
 I'll have spent one day OUT THERE