The room nobody lives in Is up the stairs and four doors down the hall And no one ever goes there Except for linen when the family comes to call
The room nobody lives in Is always empty but immaculately clean And all is soft and silent Except for buzzings of the flies between the screens
But there's a feeling even breathing in the air Like there's someone, when there's no one even there And I'm hearing the cheers for the heroes Of scenes going down in this room for so many years
But now nobody goes there For forty years or more this room has been alone And starving for a moment Completely human and completely all her own
The room nobody lives in is up the stairs And four doors down the hall