Standin' At The Big Hotel

(álbum: It's A Good Night For Singin' - 1976)

Well, I was standing at a big hotel, just wishing everybody well
If anybody paid me any mind, it was hard to tell
Then a big cop on his beat, took out his pistol and pointed at me
Looking down the barrel, I swore I saw the gates of hell
Standing at the big hotel

Well, I walked on down the avenue
Just looking for someone that I looked like you
I couldn't see a face that seemed to ring a bell
And then I stopped beside the five and dime
Just window shopping and wasting time
Along came a gal, she sold me all she had to sell
She left me standing at the big hotel

And then I lost my mind, in the wilds of Hollywood
Then I spent some time in the shadows where I stood
And I let those cards fall just where they fell
And then I found myself, standing at the big hotel

Lord, Lord, what's the matter with me
I pay so much for the song I sing
And all I'm doing is singing 'em to myself
It's like standing in a stagnant stream
With no water in the world left to drink
I was down at the bottom of a dried up wishing well
Just standing at a big hotel