Look out your window. To the street below. Did you see a shadow. Maybe it was a ghost?. A knock on your front door. Check it out again. It could be an echo. Or something in the wind. Look out your window. And tell me what you see. It aint me. Every empty look below. Every angry word we spoke. Proves weve gone as far. As we can go. Roll down my window. And blow the smoke away. Any way the wind blows. Well thatll be okay. And every minute gets me. Another mile away. You wont even miss me. Till you pull down your shades. Look out your window. And tell me what you see. It aint me. Every empty look below. Every angry word we spoke. Proves weve gone as far. As we can go