Lookin out a dirty old window, Down below the cars in the city go rushing by, I see it here alone and I wonder why, Friday night and everyone's moving
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the City go rushing by I sit here alone And I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving
Hello Jesus Jesus children Jesus loves you Jesus children Hello children, Jesus loves you of America Are you hearing What he's saying? Are you feeling
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the City go rushing by I sit here alone And I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can
Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday night and everyone's moving.
I've felt the heat in the city of angels Dust up on high and the worse for wear I've seen the lights going down on sunset Madmen running loose, there'
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday night and everyone's moving
Estaba mirando los restos del ayer Estaba llorando por lo que fue y no es Su tierra arrasada su origen también Sus antepasados claman delante de
The boy cried out Gaily on the ground At the joy of something he had found Aw, come on children, get your heads back together Aw, come on children, get
Looking out a dirty old window Outside the cars in the City go rushing by I sit here alone And I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace
My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride! From ev'ry mountainside, Let
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the City go rushing by I sit here alone And I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I
Originally performed by Kim Wilde Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday
Written by ricky & marty wilde Everybody live for the music-go-round Everybody live for the music-go-round Looking out a dirty old window Down below
Looking out a dirty old window, Outside the cars in the city go rushing by, I sit here alone and i wonder why Friday night and everyones moving