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)
 Windows and walls.