Hotel Song
Sunday night, it's supper time, the hotel's full and all is fine
You can see that no-vacancy sign from the window of room 39
Monday morning at half past eight, everybody's gone, they left no trace
I sit alone as the day grows late, wait to see your friendly face
Why you chose my hotel, I'm not real qualified to tell
It's just your face I remember well
When you asked if I had a room to sell
Maybe you liked just what you saw, the cable TV and the indoor spa or maybe it was the low, low price, twenty-seven bucks a night
Say the highway is for lovers
But he ain't no friend of mine
Because every time I find my heart
I lose it to that long yellow line
You checked in, I checked you out
You smiled from the corners of your mouth
I turned on the no-vacancy sign as you checked in to room 39
I saw the light from your TV, you were watching channel 23
The night was long, the dark was deep, I kinda cried myself to sleep
Say the highway is for lovers
But he ain't no friend of mine
Because every time I find my heart
I lose it to that long yellow line
Morning broke itself at last, you got your continental breakfast
Dropped off the key and said goodbye, I think I thought I heard you sigh
I caught a glimpse of your license plate
You were drifting down the inner state
It said you were from Delaware, I said oh, it must be gorgeous there