The Room At The Top Of The Stairs

She lives all alone
 on a dark and windy street
 in a room at the top of the stairs.
 She smokes cigarettes
 and stares at the wall
 not knowing that my heart lives there.
 In the cool of the night
 She takes me inside
 And helps soothe my troubles and pain
 She's warm and she's sweet
 Her kisses leave me weep
 I love it when she touches my face
 She talks about the past
 The sorrow and regret
 She cries about the grey in her hair
 I love her so much
 But she just won't believe
 Any man alive could ever care
 I wish I'd been there
 When she was a girl
 Before love had treated her unfair
 She'd not be so sad
 She'd not live alone
 In that room at the top of the stairs.
 In that room at the top of the stairs.