The Curtained Room

Lyrics

From inside the curtained the room A voice asks, "Are you there? My darling do I look alright? I've only one last thing to try" From the curb to cafe, coats in rows Royal seals in dressed up windows The early evening sign lights Up on High St. West, pedestrianized From the Clockhouse to department store You search the aisles and pace the floor With boy in tow, outside he's cold but over-wrapped indoors Could anyone have been more bored And recognized the girl you were? To those who saw fiesta drives and made-up eyes And the number that you wore At the school they wished to be like you On the famous streets, New York and Rome And beaches far away From Underhill and Woodland roads