Blackberry Way Records

Lyrics

To a white house on the end of my block
Walks a woman every day at six o’clock
I stand at my window sometimes she goes by
I can’t help to see it’s easy to surmise
That love and affection she could use
Kindness and attention I could use some too
And I wonder if she knows that I want to see her
Does she know I exist in her world?
What would she say if she heard what I say?
Now I think of her every day
To a white house on the end of my block
Walks a woman every day at six o’clock
And next to her would be great to be
If we could walk together that’d be all I need
And maybe her white house could be my home too
We could live forever in solitude
And I wonder if she knows that I want to see her
Does she know I exist in her world?
What would she say if she heard what I say?
Now I think about her every day
To a white house, to a white house, to a white house, to a white house
To her house, a white house, to her house, a white house, I’m going to her house, hey in a white house
In a white house, in a white house, in a white house