I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.
You Have Loved Enough
Poem 111
Gift
Waiting for the Miracle
I"m Your Man
The Reason I Write
I Wonder how many People in this City
Ballad
You Have Loved Enough
Gift
Waiting for the Miracle
I"m Your Man
The Reason I Write
I Wonder how many People in this City
Ballad
You Have Loved Enough
AuthorLeonard Cohen