Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
Pausing in the hall and at the door
Cause I know
that he's here
I can tell
that he's there
And that
means she'll be glad
Until we're in bed and she's alone
For there are things
they have to say
And we are sent away Mama,
the room is cold and he is scared
I am blue
and you're not there
How could we know you'd only took a walk
To a
neighbor's for a quiet talk
Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone
walls Outside in the hall the old dog growls
And we're in bed
playing guessing games
Telling stories,
making plans
Radio,
celery and sundae tea
It is nicer here,
just us three And I know
he won't come again
There
is no need to explain
