In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I've grown
All alone
In my room
In my room
Where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending she's late
And I sit and I wait

Over there is the picture we took
When I made her my bride...
Over there is the chair where I held her
Whenever she cried...
Over there by the window the flowers she left,
Have all died...

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I've grown
All alone
In my room