Railway Hotel - Justin Hayward

We went to the room and we bolted the door

The bass from the jukebox

Was coming through the floor

And out through the walls

We could still hear the roar of the trains

Was this all the comfort we got for our sins?

No candles, no waiters, no soft violins?

A dirty electric convector plugged into the mains

I had wanted much more

For the first night with you

But the railway hotel

Was the best I could do

I knew the Savoy

Would have suited you well

But the best I could do

Was the railway hotel

Away in the sky were the lights out a jet

Burning in the night like a slow cigarette

The lamp in the street

Threw a soft silhouette on the wall

And though it was crumbling and rundown and dead

A chair and a sink and an old single bed

The love we began and the things that we said, I recall