She Lives Upstairs
A single room where the plaster falls
She keeps your picture by the bed
Along with others she has had
And you will still be there in the morning
She lives alone with her books
And into the light
Play acting dreams like a fair-skinned princess A different lover every night
Walks through the door, turns out the light And he'll still be there in the morning
She got a taste of life in Mobile It was a backseat love affair
But if you've ever been to Mobile You'd know the reason she's up here
She lives up there with her tears and sorrow Pretending things will be good tomorrow
But when she's sleeping by your side
It's yesterday she's trying to hide But she will still be there in the morning
But she will still be there in the morning But she will still be there in the morning
But she will still be there in the morning But she will still be there in the morning