Old Hotel - Vic Chesnutt

I can see my old hotel

Down amongst the smells

I’m up above that ancient city river

It’s filtered by my lousy liver

It’s filtered by my wilted lily liver

I can see my old hotel

It ain’t even a hotel

5am there came some sleet or hail

It was signal taps on the brave window

Solemn taps on the wavy window

I can see my old holtel

Hear those old touristy bells

Soon I’ll be down the hill shopping

Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins

Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins

I can see my old hotel

It ain’t even a hotel

I’m scheduled to ride the rails

If I wished to stay on this tower

Things would derange given just another hour …