In my room, way at the end of the hall I sit and stare at the wall Thinking how lonesome I've grown, all alone In my room
In my room, where very night is the same I play a dangerous game I keep pretending she's late So I sit, and I wait
Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride Over there is the chair where I held whenever she cried Over there by the window, the flowers she left - have all died
In my room, way at the end of the hall I sit and stare at the wall Thinking how lonely I've grown, all alone In my room
