Blue hotel on a lonely highway.
Blue hotel life don't work
Cry... Cry...
You tell me stories that I wish were true
But
Flowers and gardens
Abandoned from view
Cry for their love
Like I do
Peopl
Sick at heart and lonely deep in dark despair
When you
There is a woman far over the sea
Standing and waiting
I call you up and tell you that I love
If I had to tell now the way I feel
You and I don't love each other
We don't talk to
I told you romance this is you last chance
Why stand
Think of all the things we've done and now
You've decided
Under the sun there are many pretty things
You talk of
