The loneliest sound, that ever I heard,

Warn't no freight train, warn't no night-singing bird;

But the sound of bed-springs, creakin' with love and life;

Just a hurtful reminder how love has passed me by.

Young folks next door, you know the walls are thin;

When they ain't fighting what they doing again;

Its the sound of bed-springs, creakin' with love and life;

Just a hurtful reminder how love has passed me by.



In every movie, every love scene I see,

On every channel of every TV,

Its the sound of bed-springs, creakin' with love and life;

Just a hurtful reminder how love has passed me by.

Through my open window, when the night is clear,

The outside world makes that sound that I hear;

Its the sound of bed-springs, creakin' with love and life;

Just a hurtful reminder how love has passed me by.