The GILBERTS

Lyrics

The leaves were blowing down the lane
They’d turned like summer to fall
Just yesterday he’d picked up the phone
And received that fateful call

Now standing there with the wind in his hair
He watched the cars roll by
A suitcase occupied one hand
And the other waved goodbye

Because a lot can happen in the gutter
When you see things frame by frame
And the looks that he will give to you
May never be the same
For the time has come, he’s out the door
That ticket’s his best friend
And yours is the windowpane

And I’ve seen before that joy can kill
When it’s taking a life away
And I never saw another cry before
Like she did on that day

Alone in her room where it couldn’t consume
The laughter in the hallway
Responsibility filled one side of the scale
And her freedom was outweighed

Because a lot can happen in the gutter
When you see things frame by frame
And the looks that he will give to you
May never be the same
For the time has come, he’s out the door
That ticket’s his best friend
And yours is the window

A lot can happen in the gutter
When you see things frame by frame
And the looks that he will give to you
May never be the same
For the time has come, he’s out the door
That ticket’s his best friend
And yours, yours is the windowpane