Paroles de Windows and Walls

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