No one was staying in the motel that night,
the vacancy sign was lit.
I sang my songs in the party lounge
till the owner said I could quit.
I was singing to no one, never felt so alone,
went to my room where there was no phone,
and that was good
cos I couldn’t call you.
And it was raining when I fell asleep,
and it was raining when I awoke,
and they didn’t open the café,
If I hadn’t been so low, I might have seen the joke.
But tonight’s Saturday,
so there’ll be a crowd,
I can turn it up and sing real loud,
I can talk all night and have a few drinks,
and get so tired I won’t have to think.
Singing to everyone, never felt so alone,
can’t go to my room, can’t talk on the phone
and that’s good
cos I can’t call you.
And I was raining when I fell asleep,
and it was raining when I awoke,
and they didn’t open the café,
if I hadn’t been so low I might have seen the joke,
never felt so alone, never felt so alone, never felt so alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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