aSitting at the winGdow staring down     a     G 
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

DA room with a view C 
You're looking at himh 
AHe's looking through you
DA room with a view C 
Who's fooling whho
There's got to be something that he knewA 

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