| Hallway |
|---|
| She ain’t walking down that hallway anymore |
| She is gone after eighteen years no more |
| But her memory lives on in a children’s song |
| She ain’t walking down that hallway anymore |
| I sometimes make out a whisper or a sigh |
| Then it’s hard when you break down to cry |
| But in the summertime when the flowers bloom |
| I will take some time and think of you |
