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 sa vior 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, saddened 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 in
stead
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?