She lives all alone down a dark 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 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

Well 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