Windows & Walls – Dan Fogelberg – letras

Up every morningLong before dayCooking her breakfast aloneShe quietly dressesAnd pulls up the shadesAnd sits in the chair byThe phone.But nobody ever comesBy anymoreNobody ever callsMost days she sits andJust staresAt the windows and wallsWindows and walls.Children all marriedHusbands passed onNothing but time on her handsMost of her morningsAre spent in her dreamsOr making her sad little plans.Maybe shell go to theCorner todayAnd pick up the new mccallsIf just to escape for an hourFrom her windows and wallsWindows and walls.The clock on the mantelChiming the hoursMust be the loneliest soundShe washes her dishesAnd waters her flowersAnd afterwards has to sit down.Sometimes she still canRemember a childPlaying with china dolls…Now all that shes leftAre these memories andWindows and wallsWindows and walls(day after day)Windows and walls.