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)
Windows and walls.