Why Don’t You Quit Leaving Me Alone? Rosanne Cash

Surely you'll remember this old resort hotel
It's pink and white all over and historical as hell
F. Scott and Zelda stayed here and you and me, as well
At least that's how the story goes, the porters like to tell

A cold hard rain comes falling down
It wasn't like this last time around
There's no calm center to this storm
Oh baby, why don't you quit leaving me alone?

There's nothing on the TV, no message on the phone
And nothing but an awful lot of nothing going on
And every radio station plays the same forsaken song
You'd think I would've had the sense to leave this place alone

Well, some dreams die with dignity
They fade out clean and quietly
Some won't let you let 'em go
Oh baby, why don't you quit leaving me alone?

The same old corner bedroom, seven stories up
That overlooks a window that overlooks the gulf
The same old sleazy porter with the after hours stuff
I think I'll kick the walls around and beat myself up

Well, some dreams die with dignity
They fade out clean and quietly
But some won't let you let 'em go
Oh baby, why don't you quit leaving me?