[Verse 1] At the top of the stairs, there was no room Window light faded as night filled the gloom A bedroom door on the left and the right With the space in between left open all night That was where my bed sat, tight to the wall Tucked out of the way so it would not block the hall [Chorus] I was the boy without a room Sleeping where the hallway carried through Every footstep, every voice came down I had no door, but I had my own sound [Verse 2] The stairwell carried the whispers up so well And sent my voice back down, as my folks will tell I always went to bed before the rest Those early noisy minutes were the test I heard the house still bustling below And feet on the stairs wherever they would go So I made up jokes to pass the time Each punch line I sent I would refine I laughed the loudest; I knew I was funny And paid no mind to, “Go to sleep, honey” [Chorus] I was the boy without a room Sleeping where the hallway carried through Every footstep, every voice came down I had no door, but I had my own sound [Verse 3] Truth was, the benefits were not many Privacy? Well, I never had any My bed sat under the windowsill With nothing to stop that winter chill I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders A habit I keep as I grow older [Bridge] I knew no different, so I never complained Though damp through the wall felt almost like rain Summer heat could be just as intense Sleeping in my bottoms was my defence Brothers and sisters filed past my bed The first to get sick, as was often said Then my oldest brother grew up and moved on And at last I had a room of my own [Final Chorus] I was the boy without a room Till an open door came into view Still I hear those stairs when the house goes quiet And I pull that hallway blanket around me at night
