I'm lying in bed, in this old hotel room
And I got a towel pressed upon my damp brow
I'm sharing some thought with a girl that I've just met
She'd share with me some things that I would not soon forget
I got my windows open in this old hotel
And from my room I can hear the ringing of the bells
Fills them streets, with those people I don't know
From that little church just down the road
I know it's funny what happens to your memories
Some of them linger, some blow away on the breeze
But I recall lying on your mother's floor
Them lightning storms, cold roses on the radio
I got my windows open in this old hotel
And from my room I can hear the ringing of the bells
Fills them streets, with those people I don't know
From that little church just down the road