Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
Losing 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 too
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
