Up every morning long before day
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Cooking her breakfast alone
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She quietly dresses and pulls up the shade
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And sits in the chair by the phone
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But nobody ever comes by anymore
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Nobody ever calls
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Most days she sits and just stares
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At the windows and walls
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Windows and walls
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Children all married, husband's passed on
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Nothing but time on her hand
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Most of her mornings are spent in her dreams
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Or making her sad little plans
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Maybe she'll go to the corner today
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And pick up the new McCall's
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If just to escape for an hour from her windows and walls
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Windows and walls, windows and walls
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The clock on the mantel chiming the hours
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Must be the loneliest sound
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She washes her dishes and waters her flowers
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And afterwards has to sit down
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Sometimes she still can remember a child
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Playing with china dolls
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Now all that she's left
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Are these memories and windows and walls
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Windows and walls
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Windows and walls
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Windows and walls (day after day)....
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Windows And Walls
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| Dan Fogelberg |
