Looking out my window what do I see That old sun comes shining through the cypress trees A big old rambling house built long ago for someone's wife In the heart of the city living a mellow country life Barbara's in the kitchen she's making lunch for Jill Richard's loading up the Ford for a trip into the hills And Don's out in the yard working on his car And I'm sitting in this quiet room playing my guitar Well I can't call them my family 'cause we're not of common blood When I think about going home this is one place I can come Living on the road without a house to call my own That door is always open it helps me feel I'm not alone Well many nights we've gathered around the table in this room Singing songs and talking and looking at the moon A summer to remember when our time had passed away It's hard to think where we might be ten years from today All around this country we're all singers in one band If you have a friend who's travelling won't you help him when you can Share the things you've learned and he'll tell you what he's seen Let your songs bring you together while you follow in your dreams