Facing West (The Staves)

A room with a window facing west Towards the sea You, with your hands across your chest Facing me Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and I don't think that I can do this anymore I'll take the high road that he walked Once before You sit and watch me as I come Through the door Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and I don't think that I can do this anymore Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and I don't think that I can do this anymore Show me the path down to the shoreline 'cause I don't know if I can do this anymore A room with a window facing west.