Sister she's watching her baby brother
And baby is watching the floor
The floor is staring straight up at the ceiling
And the ceiling looks down on the floor
There's five miles between them and the nearest neighbor
There's eight miles more to the store
The radio's been breaking up
Ever since it started pouring weeks ago
Outside the rain it is falling
There's nobody calling and nobody will
The wind is howling and
Loneliness sits by the window and watches her face
She sits by the window and waits
The children are cutting up newspaper angels
They're spreading them out on the floor
A mirror behind them reflects the face of their father
Coming through the door
He's been playing poker for three nights steady
In his face it's beginning to show
And the roses he carries are for a woman
Who looks nowhere near the door
Outside the rain it is falling
There's nobody calling and nobody will
The wind is howling and
Loneliness sits by the window and watches her face
She sits by the window and waits
She sits by the window and waits