Hotel Room

Sitting down on my bed
Staring outside the window
Rain pours down on the glass
Perfection in loneliness

A storm hit the minibar
Is it me or just the alcohol?
All bottles empty, lying around
Nothing on the TV

Absolutely flawless
Solitaire is a way of life
The game I play the most
Booze kicks in like hell

3:00 am, empty corridors
Strolling to find my way
I could use some company
Me, myself and I, the only ones

Outside it’s wet and cold
Where’s the action around here?
The cabdriver knows the answer
A short ride to the locals

Jammin’ with new found friends
Energy rises with each beat
She wants to know, so do I
No empty bed tonight!

The liquor kills my feelings of guilt
Another innocent victim
As empty as the bottles on the floor
Don’t know her name

Breakfast, coffee and cigarettes
Same ole shit in the newspapers
More borrowed time wasted
I’m taking the train out of this town

Money doesn’t matter
Salvation is priceless these days
Where are you?
The girl in my dreams

New melodies, six strings and a bass
Words on the new found rhythm
It’s how I express my feelings
For the one that stopped waiting

I hit on the bottle again
Should have been you
It’s always the same
We couldn’t go wrong

Sitting down on my bed
Staring outside the window
Rain pours down on the glass
Perfection in loneliness

© 2007 by Henk van der Duim/Seven Oaks B.V.

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