Windows and Walls

                                  Up every morning long before day

Cooking her breakfast alone

She quietly dresses 

And pulls up the shade

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 McCall's

If just to escape for an hour 

From her windows and walls

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

Windows and walls

Windows and walls