Open Office

Every single day, I watch her pass. By my window, On the other side of the glass, Over there it's another world, A better world, Where papers and charts don't matter, Where it's morals and hearts that count, Over there it's a better world, On the other side of the glass, Is the beautiful girl, Who passes me by, While I ask myself why, Am I in here, When I could be out there, With her, Now I decide, Tomorrow will be new, When I look out my window, And see the wonders of you, Tomorrow I'll stop, I'll break down the glass, And the window that's caged me, Shall be part of my past