Floods of Tears Loudon Wainwright III

All right!

I'll take this, "Make this room up" sign and hang it on the door
The place is looking ransacked - what was I looking for?
Get that woman in here now to pick after me
She'll find some wires in the rug: A-D-G-B and E

Flip over to "Do not disturb", hang that one on the knob
I don't want any bodies here, the joy's become a job
I lure them in and throw them out - it went they way for years
You start out having a few laughs and soon it's floods of tears

I call down to the front desk and put a block on the phone
I hear your voice long distance and then I know I'm alone
Talk show hosts and anchors are the company I keep
Until I draw the curtain and I shut them off to sleep

I don't want a wake up call to get me out of bed
Sleep's an undressed rehearsal - for this world I'll play dead
Clean up this room, do not disturb, please no incoming calls
I lie in air conditioned state, my casket - grass mat walls

And I'll take this, "Make this room up" sign and hang it on the door
The place is looking ransacked - what was I looking for?
Get that woman in here now to pick after me
She'll find some wires in the rug: A-D-G-B and E
She'll find some wires in the rug: A-D-G-B and E