The Attic

Taken by the sun’s glare
I could no longer see
It clear
All day long I’m lonely
Waiting by the phone dear
To call — Baby come home
Round and round and round I go
Lounging round this town y’know
Hanging by this wall on show
But what it shows — I just don’t know
Round and round and round I go
Lounging round this town y’know
Hanging by this wall on show
But what it shows — I just don’t know
I fall into the ashes
And crash back through the attic
At home — baby come home
Waiting for you only
Waiting for you only