Ghosts In The Hotel

The lobby seemed a decent place to wait

Sooner or later you had to pass through on your way somewhere

Everyone needs to sleep

I have lived my life in bland rooms full of nondescript anonymous stuff

That offers you no clue where you are

I told myself that if I saw you passing through one of those rooms

I'd write your name on all the furniture

Someone asked if I wanted a room

No way, I told them

If you unpack your life it might not fit back in your case

After that they left me alone

With all the things you can't give names to, all the things you have to share

With travellers who always leave alone

All the things you try to hoard but know that when you close that door

Will be somebody else's mobile home

We are all just tourists here, we do our best to leave our mark

But in the end, we know very well

All that's left when we are gone are broken hearts and dust and bones

Ghosts in the hotel, Ghosts in the hotel

Everybody needs to sleep, this is as good a place as any

Close your eyes, pretend it's your own bed

I'll be waiting here for you downstairs