(Vic Chesnutt)

I can see my old hotel

down amongst the smells

I'm up above that ancient city river

it's filtered by my lousy liver

it's filtered by my wilted lily liver

I can see my old hotel

it ain't even a hotel

5am there came some sleet or hail

it was signal taps on the brave window

solemn taps on the wavy window

I can see my old holtel

hear those old touristy bells

soon I'll be down the hill shopping

giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins

giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins

I can see my old hotel

it ain't even a hotel

I'm scheduled to ride the rails

if I wished to stay on this tower

things would derange given just another hour ...