Lyrics Donovan Woods

Donovan Woods

That Hotel

Room 413 by the elevator

Cold as hell, the TV hardly works

The window don't open, the blinds don't close

I checked out 2 months ago

But the bed got made every morning

And I could get a phone call from you

And I'd just pack my bags, go back home

If you wanted me to

I hated every minute, it was a lonely living hell

I got a one bedroom apartment now

And I miss that hotel

That's how bad it is now

How many times do I gotta say I'm sorry?

How many days do I gotta stay in here?

Folks screaming down the hallway don't bother me anymore

Street light coming in the window, and there's a couple next door

But the bed got made every morning

And I could get a phone call from you

And I'd just pack my bags, go back home

If you wanted me to

I hated every minute, it was a lonely living hell

I got a one bedroom apartment now

And I miss that hotel

Yeah I miss that hotel

I just laid there staring at the ceiling fan

But I still had a chance

All my clothes smell like smoke

But I still had hope

And the bed got made every morning

And I could get a phone call from you

And I'd just pack my bags, go back home

If you wanted me to

And now I know it's over, but back then I couldn't tell

I got a one bedroom apartment now

And I miss that hotel

That's how bad it is now

I miss that hotel