Look through my windowthe mamas & the papas(phillips)and the rain beats on my roofand it does not ask for proofit's not that lovers are unkindshe always said there'd come a timewhen one would leave and one stay behindwe both knew people sometimes changeand lovers sometimes rearrangeand nothing's quite as sure as changeand the rain beats on my rooflook through my window to the street belowsee the people hurryin' bywith someone to meet, some place to goand i know i should let goshe always said "i'm not like you""when love is dead for me it's through""and i will find and love someone new"look through my window, yeah, to the street belowsee the people hurryin' bywith someone to meet, some place to goand i know i should let goi must admit she knew her mindand it will not take her long to findanother place where the sun will shineand the rain beats on my roofif i still require proofwell the rain beats on my roof (she's gone)if i still require proof (she's gone)well the rain beats on my roof (look through my window)if i still require proof (all the people)well the rain beats on my roof (i love her)if i still require proof (she's gone)