Out There

"Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I've watched them as I hide up here alone, hungry for the histories they've shown me
Every day 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 unaware 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 was in their skin, I'd treasure every instant
Out there, strolling by the Seine
Taste the morning out there live 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!"

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