Story Behind The Song
I looked in the hall closet and noticed shelves and boxes crammed with framed pictures. When I asked her why we didn't hang them, she replied, "we'll just move again, so why bother."
Song Description
A lonely wife is tired of moving so many times for the sake of her husband's career. Hanging the pictures becomes a metaphor for settling down.
| Song Length |
5:01 |
Genre |
Pop - Standards, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Troubled |
Subject |
Loneliness, Regret |
| Similar Artists |
Harry Connick Jr., Frank Sinatra |
Language |
No Language |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
She Hasn't Hung the Pictures
By Charlie Crow
No dirty dishes in the sink, no smudges on the door
The living room is spotless, no papers on the floor
The coffee she just poured herself won't be warm for long
She's filling up her empty days in another brand new home
She took the vow to follow him, but life's moved pretty fast
She's in another palace, still bigger than the last
Her visitors may wonder as they tour these rooms and halls
There's not a single picture on a wall
She hasn't hung the pictures on the wall
They're packed away in boxes large and small
Safe until the day she knows she's home to stay
Pick apples from the same tree every fall
That's why there are no pictures on the wall
His travels take him far away and she's there all alone
She wonders if she'll ever rock a baby of her own
She used to get excited thinking how she'd paint a room
Once she planted tulips but she never saw them bloom
She seldom sees her family or one familiar face
It's hardly worth the effort to decorate the place
'Cause if she makes a friend she'll soon be gone and then
She'll be starting over once again
So she's not hanging pictures on the wall
They're packed away in boxes large and small
Safe until the day she knows she's home to stay
Pick apples from the same tree every fall
She'll wait to hang the pictures on the wall
She learned how to hide her pain with her pride
As his star rose on and on
But every new start took a piece of her heart
With her dream to settle down
So she's not hanging the pictures on the wall
They're packed away in boxes large and small
Safe until the day
She knows she's home to stay
Pick apples from the same tree every fall
Then perhaps she'll hang the pictures...
Maybe some baby pictures...
She will finally hang those pictures on the wall
Charles T. Crow © 2005
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