Up every morning long before day   Cooking her breakfast alone   She quietly dresses and pulls up the shade   And sits in the chair by the phone      But nobody ever comes by anymore   Nobody ever calls   Most days she sits and just stares   At the windows and walls   Windows and walls      Children all married, husband's passed on   Nothing but time on her hand   Most of her mornings are spent in her dreams   Or making her sad little plans      Maybe she'll go to the corner today   And pick up the new McCall's   If just to escape for an hour from her windows and walls   Windows and walls, windows and walls      The clock on the mantel chiming the hours   Must be the loneliest sound   She washes her dishes and waters her flowers   And afterwards has to sit down      Sometimes she still can remember a child   Playing with china dolls   Now all that she's left   Are these memories and windows and walls      Windows and walls   Windows and walls   Windows and walls   (Day after day)