Don McLean - Three Flights Up Lyrics
On the first floor On the first floorOn the first floor there's a young girl reelingHer body's numb and without feelingAs illusions dance on the midnight ceilingNow she's falling, now she's kneelingIt's almost like she's bowed in prayerA savior she's about to bearShe screams for help, but no one's thereOn the first floorOn the first floor people walk the hallsBut none can hear her desperate callsThere is no sound beyond the wallsSo to the telephone she crawlsShe telephones her only friendThe one on whom she can dependBut the phone rings on without an endThen rings no moreOn the first floorThere's a party on the second floorAnd through the picture window you can see them allThey're laughing and they're dancingAdmiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wallBut in the master bedroom where the coats are piled highA silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to dieAnd as she dwells on all the years she still has left to faceShe wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his placeThen suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phoneOh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone?So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cupBut the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it upMy family was very poorSo I worked hard to be secureI married one I had to wedAnd not the one I loved insteadWhen I was young my blood ran wildBut we stayed married for the childNow three flights up, I'm all aloneMy wife is dead, my child is grownMy daughter leads a wayward lifeShe's been a failure as a wifeAnd though she lives just one floor downShe never calls or comes aroundStep off the platform and onto the trainLook out your window and into the rainWatch all the buildings that pass as you rideAnd count all the stories that go on insideAnd then ask yourself if it must be this wayShould walls and doors and plaster ceilingsSeparate us from each others' feelings?
