J.D. Souther It's The Same written by J.D. Souther
In the crowded part of heaven there's room enough for pain
On the lonely side of living without you it's the same
With my back against the window it's hard to see the street
So the time just goes by in minutes and the rain comes down in sheets
You can't go home again your treated like a memory
It's just place you use to be
The past will lose you and abuse you
It's just about to take it's toll on me
When the gates are standing open and my soul's too weak to fly
When that silver blue turns golden by and by
Oh Angeline
Palo Mesa Music(ASCAP)
>From John David Souther
Asylum Records 1972