(C. Fox/N. Gimble)



Clouds strung like beads in a gray silent sky

And I watch them and simplify my mind

One thing is clear, I know I begin from here

The passing time, it changes dreams and sweeps illusions from your eyes



He came to me to be a friend

And I knew somehow he couldn't stay

That he was someone I would know a little while

He brought a smile and he was free

And he came to give it all to me

A chance to see the way he sees

So I could fly

Through Richard's window to the sky



I try to see all that he saw for me

Looking through Richard's window to the sky