On the first floor' On the first
On the first floor there's
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A sa vior she's about to bear
She screams for help, but
On the first floor people walk the
But none can hear her desperate
There is no sound beyond the
So to the telephone she crawls
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window
They're laughing and they're
that's hanging on the wall
But in the master bedroom
where the coats are piled high
A silent, saddened lady thinks of what
And as she dwells on all the years she still
She wonders how she'll ever find someone
Then suddenly she's jarred
by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want
So she walks into the bathroom and drinks
But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up
So I worked hard to be secure
I married one I had to wed
And not the one I loved in
When I was young my blood
But we stayed married for the child
Now three flights up , I'm
My wife is dead, my child is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that
And count all the stories
And then ask yourself if it must
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others' feelings?