I can revolve in my chair
Or just turn my head
And look through a glass wall
And through another window
To see a framed fragment of fall
Snapshots of the street
The tailend of a moving bus
headlights on parked cars

I can revolve in my chair
Or just turn my head
And look through a glass wall
And through another window
To see the corner of a concrete cage
Tiny windows without drapes
The shadow of a moving worker
little lamps sitting on big desks

I can revolve in my chair
Or even just turn my head
To see the Russian Doll I'm in
and the sun that never touches me