I'm just sitting at home, staring out of the window to
the woods, to the thick snow and I feel great for
being here where I am.

I'm just sitting on the bus, staring out of the window
to the fields and the trees it passes by and I feel
great for seeing what I'm  seeing.

I'm just sitting in the office, staring at a blank,
white wall and I feel miserable for being here where I
am and for seeing what I'm seeing.

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