Sitting at the window staring down
 Listen to the people shuffle around
 Hear the children laughing
 Feel the morning breeze
 Sunlight warms his skin
 The autumn air is taken in
 A nearby bird sings its song for him
 A room with a view
 You're looking at him
 He's looking through you
 A room with a view
 Who's fooling who
 There's got to be something that he knew
 So there he sits and some may wonder
 About the sly grin on his face
 Yet little do they know
 (they don't have a clue)
 The boundaries of his wisdom
 In the solitude of his kingdom