I looked out the window
And I saw a man
Standing nearby
He was big
Dressed-up
And he simply stood, looking
Out onto my grey paved road
When I looked again
The man was no longer there
What had he been looking for?
Perhaps he found it
I looked out the window
And I saw a car
Driving slowly past
1952 Chevy Bel Air
Windows down
Coasting along
My bumpy gravel road
When I looked again
The car was no longer there
Where had it been headed?
Perhaps it made its way
I looked out the window
And I saw a woman
She was small
Kerchief wrapped tightly
Hurriedly shuffling
Down my brown dirt road
When I looked again
The woman was no longer there
Where was she rushing to?
Perhaps she uncovered her way