In the Room over Mine

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