The Room Nobody Lives In - John Sebastian

The room nobody lives in is up the stairs

And four doors down the hall

And no one ever goes there

Excepts for linens when the family comes to call

The room nobody lives in is always empty

But immaculately clean

And all is softly silent except for buzzing

Of the flies between the screens

But there's a feeling even breathing in the air

Like there's someone

when there's no one even there

And I'm hearing the cheers for the heroes

Of scenes going down in this room

For so many years

But now nobody goes there for forty years or so

This room has been alone

And starving for a moment completely human

And completely all her own

The room nobody lives in is up the stairs

And four doors down the hall