The window glows on the 2nd floor
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
Can some one live without any one else?
Even to hear a stranger’s hi?
She neatly sits as the silence grows
Barely a whispered sigh.
The only ones who take note are the children
Mischief-makers to many
But they are the ones who seek her out;
They look for the old Granny.
Old, that eternally changing yardstick
She picks up the Big 5-0- card
A single card, and no call in two weeks
When reality hits, it hits hard.
Too many think they turned to bottle
To self-destruct or just give up.
She opened her wine like a brothel
And she poured her queen’s cup.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
And the gentlemen are about
All the wealth and glamour she adores.
Just about then she blacked out.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs
I finished this dark piece the other night, and thought I would share the odd connections that can be weaved into a lyric. The Baker Street from Scotland was no where in my mind; there is a Baker Street six blocks away from work. 2204 is my street address from childhood, and the old houses in Winona have always made me wonder about someone being in there and forgotten about. The twist from, "tonight the bottle let me down" was inevitable for a sad departure; but this woman had a flair for life and just never let anyone in. Or so it would seem.
