Verse 1Sitting by the window,The sky is a dull gray,On an old wooden chair,In a top attic flat, I stayRaindrops tap on the glass,As my neighbor plays piano keys,While I sit here writing,In this gentle, rainy breeze. ChorusOh, the chill in the air,As the cold wind flows,Searching for a sweater,To warm my weary soul.Surrounded by…