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
All alone, in my room All alone... ...in my room All alone, all alone, in my room