Two Story Hotel

I.
I’ve got a room full of walls,
A bottle of wine—
And I can screen your calls
Because I don’t want to tie up the line.

There’s a cozy bed I can’t sleep,
And a lonely view—
Where I can count the days I’ve been gone
Away from you, in halfway room four hundred and two.

And I hate this hotel when theres nothing to do.
Two crying eyes, one’s on the side of my face and the other’s with you,
You took it where you’ve gone.

II.
I’ve got a desk and a phone,
And Valium—
Letters in my drawer
That I can never leave alone.
And all the boys tell me not to wait for you,
I say they’re wrong—
But I don’t want to be a fool
And it might be wrong but you’ve been gone, you’ve been gone too long.

And I hate this hotel when theres nothing to do.
Two crying eyes, one’s on the side of my face and the other’s with you,
You took it where you’ve gone.