Steve Grozier - Ringing of the Bells IV Lyrics

Well I'm lying in bed, in an old hotel room
And I got a towel, it's placed upon my damp brow
And I've been sharing some thoughts, with this girl that I just met
She'd share with me, some things that I would not forget

I got my windows open in this, this old hotel
From my room I hear the ringing of the bells
Fills them streets with those people I don't know
From that little church on down the road

Well I know it's funny what happens to your memories
Well some of them linger, some blow away on the breeze
But I recall, I'm lying on your mother's floor
Them lightning storms, cold roses on the radio