Room Over Mine

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We pass in the hallway almost everyday
Though I’ve never really met him we don’t have too much to say
Though I feel that I know him for every night about this time
When he’s a walkin and a talkin in the room over mine

   He may be thinking of things that might have been
   Or of his family and how he’s missing them
   Oh it’s hard to know what’s going on in a troubled man’s mind
   But I can hear him walking and talking in the room over mine

Well its plain to see he’s had a troubled mind
By the lines across his face
And the sadness that dims his eyes search for a better place
Well I know just how he really feels every night about this time
When he’s a walking and a talking I’ll be in that room of mine