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
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