I'm on the boogie woogie side of lonesome
Where memory inhabits every smile
I don't know what to do with these clothes you left
I'm looking for the heartfelt hotel
Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left
The walls of my small fortress have fallen
The windiness has always been my home
And if I sing to that which is calling
From the place where its known we're not alone
Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left
Where memory inhabits every smile
I don't know what to do with these clothes you left
I'm looking for the heartfelt hotel
Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left
The walls of my small fortress have fallen
The windiness has always been my home
And if I sing to that which is calling
From the place where its known we're not alone
Walking down through the cold grass
Broke down, bothered and bereft
I hear the cry of a couple geese that pass
Singing hymns to what is left
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