The ghosts of innocence
Stalk the hallways
Singing with tambourines
There's a pretty Senorita
Trying to scrub the bathtub clean
There's a child with no birthday
There's a wedding with no vow
There's a room for every stranger
Who's as strange as I am now
My mind is like a maid
Always cleaning up after filthy guests
My heart's a hotel
Where these weary, worried,
Wandering thoughts can rest
And I'm the innkeeper
Trying to pass the white-glove test
I'm the innkeeper
Take a seat inside my kitchen
Where I feed my hungry dreams
Every aching stone is covered
With the moss of memory
I keep washing the same window
But I cannot change the scene
Someone's knocking -
Someone's always knocking -
Please let me be!
My mind is like a maid
Always cleaning up after filthy guests
My heart's a hotel
Where these weary, worried,
Wandering thoughts can rest
And I'm the innkeeper
Trying to pass the white-glove test
I'm the innkeeper
You can blame the leaky ceiling
Or you can blame
The economy
But in the business of lately
I've had lots of vacancy
My mind is like a maid
Always cleaning up after filthy guests
My heart's a hotel
Where these weary, worried,
Wandering thoughts can rest
And I'm the innkeeper
Trying to pass the white-glove test
I'm the innkeeper