(C. Fox/N. Gimble) Clouds strung like beads in a gray silent sky And I watch them and simplify my mind One thing is clear, I know I begin from here The passing time, it changes dreams and sweeps illusions from your eyes He came to me to be a friend And I knew somehow he couldn't stay That he was someone I would know a little while He brought a smile and he was free And he came to give it all to me A chance to see the way he sees So I could fly Through Richard's window to the sky I try to see all that he saw for me Looking through Richard's window to the sky