Don McLean - Three Flights Up lyrics
[Don McLean - Three Flights Up lyrics]
On the first floor on the first floor
On the first floor there's
A young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to bear
She screams for help, but no one's there
On the first floor
On the first floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the walls
So to the telephone she crawls
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
Then rings no more on the first floor
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you
Can see them all
They're laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging
On the wall
But in the master bedroom where
The coats are piled high a silent
Satin lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years
She still has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find
Someone to take his place
Then suddenly she's jarred by the
Ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now
Just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and
Drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just
Before she picks it up
My family was very poor
So I worked hard to be secure
I married one I had to wed
And not the one I loved instead
When I was young my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the child
Now three flights up, I'm all alone
My wife is dead, my child is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on inside
And then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others' feelings?
On the first floor there's
A young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to bear
She screams for help, but no one's there
On the first floor
On the first floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the walls
So to the telephone she crawls
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
Then rings no more on the first floor
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you
Can see them all
They're laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging
On the wall
But in the master bedroom where
The coats are piled high a silent
Satin lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years
She still has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find
Someone to take his place
Then suddenly she's jarred by the
Ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now
Just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and
Drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just
Before she picks it up
My family was very poor
So I worked hard to be secure
I married one I had to wed
And not the one I loved instead
When I was young my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the child
Now three flights up, I'm all alone
My wife is dead, my child is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on inside
And then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others' feelings?