Hotel Song - Josh Ritter

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