Room At The Top Of The Stairs

She lives all alone on a dark windy street

In a room at the top of the stairs

She smokes cigarettes and stares at the walls

Not knowing that my heart lives there

In the cool of the night she takes me inside

And helps with my troubles and pain

She's warm and she's sweet her kisses lead me weak

I love it when she touches my face

[ guitar ]

She talks about the past the sorrow and regret

And she cries about the gray in her hair

I love her so much but she just won't believe

That any man alive could ever care

[ dobro ]

Wish I'd been there when she was a girl

Before love had treated her unfair

She would't be so sad and she would't live alone

In that room at the top of the stairs

[ fiddle ]

She lives all alone on a dark windy street

In a room at the top of the stairs