A lonely face sits at the window
Such a lot to say
People pass by, never stopping
As longer grows each day
Thoughts go through her head
She might as well be dead
No one seems to care
Because she tries to smile
To keep them there a while
No one sees the loneliness there
The loneliness there
Photographs and biscuit barrels
Keep her memories
The dreams she shared once with her loved one
She sees in each of these
A dark and dampened wall
That echoes rain's outfall
Seems to comfort her
That house in disrepair
Still seems to her so fair
It gives her things that once were
Things that once were
Poor Mrs. Regal sits by her window
And she hopes and prays one day
That she may go away and leave it all
Poor Mrs. Regal sits by her window
And she hopes and prays one day
That she may go away and leave it all
Mrs. Regal is one of many
Many people who
Sit at windows sad and lonely
Nothing left to do
One day when she is passed
And someone stops at last and remembers
Their sorrow will be great
Remembering her state
But that, of course, will be too late
Poor Mrs. Regal
Poor Mrs. Regal
Poor Mrs. Regal