This old room in times of trouble is where I come to think things out
It knows the sounds of heated whispers and it should know what love’s about
It knows those late nights I’ve been keeping and the smell of alcohol
And through those long nights it shares it’s secrets through the walls.
It might seem strange to have to say it but there’s just this room and me
We’re like two old friends together we keep each other company
And I can strum this sad old guitar or cry my heart out in a song
And with the lights low I see my shadows dance along.
This old room is nothing special this old room has just four walls
Just one window where the light shines in and a bathroom down the hall
A small closet and a mirror and a night light by my bed
This old room is where she once laid her head.
Now I’m sitting on my suitcase all my things are packed away
I’ll be leaving in the morning come first light at break of day
Only memories remain here all those curtains they’ll be drawn
So turn the keys in, to this old room and I’ll be gone.
This old room was something special where we once had it all
Now I’m left here with the echo of her footsteps down the hall
My old guitar sits in silence I just sing the blues instead
This old room is where she once laid her head
This old room is where she once laid her head.
