Three Flights Up - Don Mclean: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Three Flights Up

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Rock

Three Flights Up was released on October 1, 1970 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Tapestry

Song Details

Release DateOctober 1, 1970

LabelCapitol Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Don Mclean

Vocals

Jerry Corbitt

Bass Guitar

Rick Turner

Guitar

Peter Childs

Dobro

Jeff Meyer

Drums

Gregory Dewey

Drums

Scott Lawrence

Piano

Edward Bogas

Piano

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Don Mclean

Composer

Ed Bogus

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jerry Corbitt

Producer

Lyrics

On the first floor

On the first floor

On the first floor there's a young girl reeling

Her body's numb and without feeling

As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling

Now she's falling, now she's kneeling

It's almost like she's bowed in prayer

A savior she's about to bear

She screams for help

But no one's there

On the first floor

On the first floor people walk the halls

But none can hear her desperate calls

There is no sound beyond the walls

So to the telephone she crawls

She telephones her only friend

The one on whom she can depend

But the phone rings on without an end

Then rings no more

On the first floor

There's a party on the second floor

And through the picture window you can see them all

They're laughing, and they're dancing

Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall

But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high

A silent, satin lady thinks of what it's like to die

And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to face

She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place

Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone

Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone?

So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup

But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up

My family was very poor

So, I worked hard to be secure

I married one I had to wed

And not the one I loved instead

When I was young my blood ran wild

But we stayed married for the child

Now three flights up, I'm all alone

My wife is dead, my child is grown

My daughter leads a wayward life

She's been a failure as a wife

And though she lives just one floor down

She never calls or comes around

Step off the platform and onto the train

Look out your window and into the rain

Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride

And count all the stories that go on inside

And then ask yourself if it must be this way

Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings

Separate us from each others' feelings?

Written by: Don McLean

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