Ten O'clock In Toronto

Christine Lavin

It's Ten O'Clock in Toronto 
I check into a room on the 21st floor 
I'm travelling on cruise control 
Turn on the TV and lock the door 
I hear a news reporter
She says "we are looking to the sky 
Tonight we're in the midst of a lunar eclipse
Hmmmm what a heavenly sight" 
I pull back the curtains, and there 
Above the building across the street 
I spy the man in the moon playing hide and seek 
I try to keep my eyes fixed on that elusive moon 
But I'm distracted across the way 
I can see into some rooms 
There's a young woman sitting at a desk 
So busy writing 
Now a man sits next to her 
Looks like they're fighting 
She buries her head in her hands 
And silently she cries 
He gets up, paces, pounds the wall 
Shakes his fist up to the sky
To the moon, Alice
Two rooms down I can see 
Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly
No it's just a Hitchcock film 
A wide screen color TV 
Over in the corner 
There's an old man playing with a black cat 
If he saw me spying like this 
What whould he think of that 
Would he think that I'm a voyeur
Or just another lonely one 
An interloper taking notes of heartache on the run
Now the moon is bathed in shadows 
That woman is bathed in tears 
Grace Kelly bathed in the limelight 
For so many years 
I'm bathed in the darkness 
Behind this window pane 
Watching light and love and life 
Wax and wane 
Now the old man and the black cat 
Are dozing in an easy chair
Are visions dancing in their heads 
Of moonbeams in the air
It's Ten O'Clock in Toronto 
Ten O'Clock in Toronto
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