THE VIEW FROM HERE Bob Bennett & Tom Prasada-Rao © 2002 Bright Avenue Songs (ASCAP) & Simple Gift Music (BMI) My apartment overlooks the railroad tracks And a city salvage yard across the way That's where they bring all the broken things Just like me, they can't throw anything away    Sometimes at night I see the fading, flashing lights    Of the barricades that used to warn the cars    An earthbound astronaut, I can connect the dots    To see the constellations in those stars Sometimes I can see what's right in front of me I can hear what's being whispered in my ear It's not like I planned but from where I stand I can see the view from here There's just one little train that runs by here Some tanker cars, the occasional caboose It can never look back, it just follows the tracks Me, I don't have the same excuse    The first early morning I heard him    I thought he was a jerk    This guy who whistled through my    window as he worked    But now when I hear him    I can't help but wonder why    If that guy can whistle    Then why can't I?