She lives all alone on a dark, windy street In a room at the top of the stairs She smokes cigarettes and stares at the wall Not knowing that my heart lives there In the cool of the night, she takes me inside And helps soothe my troubles and pain She's warm, she's sweet, her kisses leave me weak I love it when she touches my face She talks about the past with sorrow and regret She cries about the gray in her hair I love her so much, but she just won't believe That any man alive could ever care I wish I'd been there when she was a girl Before love had treated her unfair She wouldn't be so sad, and she wouldn't live alone In a room at the top of the stairs She's warm, she's sweet, her kisses leave me weak I love it when she touches my face She talks about the past with sorrow and regret She cries about the gray in her hair