In A Long White Room with no beginning and no end
with no calendars or clocks, we have time to spend . . .
So we grow tomorrow's flowers in yesterday's pot,
We age just a little cuz we touch a lot!
And maybe we're married and maybe we're not, but we're there
In A Long White Room
In A Long White Room that maybe might have been a loft
our talking's always hard, but the breathing's always soft.
We will tuck each other in and dream about trains
You'll call me 'Beauty' and I'll call you 'Brains'
but no one's comparing so no one complains being there
In A Long White Room
In A Long White Room--a room that no one ever finds
We will bring each other books, but we'll read each other's minds
But we'll do what must be done and we'll share what must be shared
we'll hide what must be hidden and air what can be aired
we aren't that sure, but we aren't that scared. . . we will grow
In A Long White Room
In A Long White Room
In A Long White Room
compositores: Martin Charnin,C. Ballard, Jr.
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