[1] She lives all alone down a dark windy street
In a [4] room at the [5] top of the [1] stairs
She smokes cigarettes and stares at the wall
Not [4] knowing that my [5] heart lives [1] there

In the cool of the night she took me inside
And helped me with my troubles and pain
She's warm and she's sweet her kisses leave me weak
I love it when she touches my face

She talked about the past, the sorrow and regrets
She cried about the grey in her hair
I love her so much but she just won't believe
That any man in life would ever care

I wish I'd been there when she was a girl
Before love had treated her unfair
She wouldn't be so sad, she wouldn't live alone
In a room at the top of the stairs