Nancy Wilson — In a Long White Room

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 pots We age just a little 'cause 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 But the 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 nobody 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 And we'll do what must be done, and 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