Quay Hotel - Sailor

The sun was down, the mist was high

I just kissed my love goodbye

She was off to chase a will

From an uncle in west Brazil

So there I was, all alone

Another week away from home

Walking down some foggy street

Looking out for a place to sleep

But a sound through the wind was carried well (oh so well)

The squeaking sign of Quay Hotel

Well the lights were dim, the lifts were slow

Still people, they come and go

Full of whispers and shady deals

Pouring out over greasy meals

Then evening came, and songs would flow

From the lady at 'le grande piano'

But the voice of Lilli-Ann

Sounds suspiciously like a man

Funny how I never heard those songs (all those songs)

But they knew them well — in Quay Hotel

Well the song and dance went raving on

But I kept feeling there was something wrong

For the look on every face

Put a gloom on this eerie place

Nervously they seemed to wait

For some dramatic unknown fate

They seemed to know their every stand

Like a spring-winding monkey band

I ran up to the door and tried to turn the keys

But a porter said, 'This way, please

Retire to your room

For your turn will be coming soon.'

And the night began to feel so long (oh so long)

I didn’t sleep so well — in Quay Hotel

I knew I was a mistaken face

In this macabre waiting place

For the guests of this Hotel

Are checked in by the tolling bell

For I awoke in the same old foggy street

Without a trace in hell — of Quay Hotel