A girl named Rosa
Gets on the Northern line in a pale red overcoat
Her lips like clementines
She's fairly new to the city; she's only twenty-five
But she knows her own damn mind
And with a flash of elegance
She holds her heartbreak well
A reservation booked for tonight at the Blue Hotel
She's come so far from the pretty small town, quiet girl
That she used to be defined
And now the train, it stops
But I've still got a long way to go
And maybe just this once
I'll ask her
To meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue, the Blue
Wouldn't it be wonderful
To chuck your cares away?
To stop living in your past and live on for today
I'd had a crazy life; I was pretty sure I'd never change
But I left you not the same
And now the weight of love
Has won my heart
I won't let it go
So maybe just this once I'd love her
To meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue, the Blue
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue, The Blue
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel
Meet me at the Blue Hotel