In my room (live 1992)

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 I took
When I made her my bride
And over there is the chair where
I held her whenever she criеd

And over there by thе 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

All alone, alone in my room

All alone, all alone I sit
And I wait in my room
For you, for you, for you

Thank you
Big hand for Martin again