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