Video Three Flights Up Solo Live de Don Mclean 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Don Mclean - Three Flights Up Solo Live Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On the first floor
On the first floor
On the first floor there's a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling

[Verse 2]
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to bear
She calls for help
But no one's there

[Verse 3]
On the first floor
On the first floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the walls
So, to the telephone she crawls

[Verse 4]
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
Then rings no more
On the first floor
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 5]
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you can see them all
They're laughing, and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall

[Verse 6]
In the master bedroom where the coats are piled high
A silent, satin lady thinks of what it's like to die
As she dwells on all the years she still has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place

[Verse 7]
Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I wanna be alone?
She walks to the faucet takes some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 8]
My family was very poor
So, I worked hard to be secure
And I married one I had to wed
Not the one I loved instead
[Verse 9]
For when I was young my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the child
Now, three flights up, I'm all alone
My wife is gone, my child is grown

[Verse 10]
And my daughter leads a useless life
I hear she's been a failure as a wife
Though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 11]
Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
And watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
Count all the stories that go on inside
Then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each other's feelings?