Looking out my window, watching life go by
I'm living alone here, I'm living a lie
Looking out my window, the sun can't barely rise
Clouds so tired and ragged I can't stand to look at the sky
Looking out my window, the world's gone up in flames
Hang my head, take my bed, revel in my shame

And sweet depression has come now to stay home
It's just like listening to Jackson Browne on the radio

Looking out my window, while nothing appears
I'm sweeping the corners, I've been hoarding dust for years
Looking out my window, I see many things
Travelers and schoolgirls, carpenters and kings
Looking out my window, my friends all smoking crack
They been gone a long while now, I'll hardly get 'em back

And sweet depression has come now to stay home
It's just like listening to Jackson Browne on the radio
(Yeah, runnin' on empty)

Looking out my window, I'm waving good-bye
I'm packing it in now, still living the lie
Looking out my window, the sun can't barely rise
Clouds so tired and ragged it makes me sick to look at the sky
Looking out my window, the world's gone up in flames
Hang my head, take my bed, revel in my shame

And sweet depression has come now to stay home
It's just like listening to Jackson Browne on the radio
And sweet depression has come now to stay home
It's just like listening to Jackson Browne

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