Ballad Of An Upstairs Window

(Words and music by Pete Atkin)
I was going to the pictures with my girl at 7.30, got there first and started queueing 
                                                                               on my own
By 9.15 she still had not arrived and so I walked around the block and then I thought 
                                                                           I'd telephone


I let the phone keep ringing for ten minutes perhaps a quarter of an hour then concluded
                                                                          she's not home
I thought I'd walk around the block again but soon got fed up wandering aimlessly around
                                                                           all on my own


It was then the thought occurred to me she might have been there all the time just 
                                                   let the phone keep ringing on its own
In order that I might be led to think that she'd gone out or for some other reason 
                                                                    wasn't there at home


Now if for any reason this should prove to be the case I couldn't help but wonder what 
                                                                      the cause might be
Perhaps her budgie Goldie had escaped out of the window but in any case I thought I'd 
                                                                              go and see


Well the truth is by the time I'd caught the bus down at the corner and arrived the 
                                                           time was nearly half-past ten
So in order that I shouldn't seem a fool I went into the phone box just outside her 
                                                                  house and phoned again


Just as I dialled the number I perceived an upstairs window in her house become 
                                                                    illumined by a light
Immediately I replaced the receiver on the bracket and once more I stepped outside 
                                                                          into the night


Now I knew her mum and dad had gone to Scotland for the weekend and that she was 
                                                             in the house all on her own
So I presumed it was her brother's motorbike what stood outside the gate although 
                                                 it's eighteen months since he left home


I felt compelled to cogitate on what was most appropriate in circumstances previously 
                                                                                 unknown
I reasoned that if she felt tired she wouldn't thank me if I woke her up and so I 
                                                                caught the bus back home

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