G Cadd9 Boxes and baskets of all her old things Em7 Cadd9 Porcelain dolls, portrait paintings G Cadd9 Em7 Cadd9 She swore they'd be worth something G Cadd9 They're just gathering dust in my attic somewhere Em7 Cadd9 And she's lost in a room where she sits and she stares G C Em C Her mind as blank as the walls G C Em C Her memory as vacant as the halls Chorus: