Hotel Song

Sunday night, its supper time
The hotel’s full and all is fine
You can see that neon 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
Well, 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

They 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

They 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 licence plate
You were drifting down the interstate
It said you were from Delaware
I said, "Oh, it must be gorgeous there"

They 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
To that long yellow line