WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
Through the open window I can hear a passing train
In the gentle wind I can smell the coming rain
I can tell its dusk by the shadow on the wall
But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
I can watch the sky and I always seem to know
Just before an old blue norther’s gonna blow
I can tell that summer’s giving was to fall
But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
Maybe you could show some kind of sign
And then at least I’d know that you never will be mine
Maybe you could say so I’d believe
That you love me and you’re never gonna leave
With the winter wind the autumn leaves will fall
But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
Just before you go I’m gonna see it in your eyes
And I’ll feel it in your gentle alibis
I’ll hear it like that lonesome whistle’s call
And I’ll know you weren’t in love with me at all
And I know you’ll never be in love at all
© 1999 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
