(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