Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night

They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light

It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer me

Is fullness for a lifetime that's bare as can be



There's a vacancy, won't you come to me

And fill my empty spaces

I'm a motel man in a promised land

That's filled with empty faces

So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams,

It's a place for you to be

There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems

Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy



Another name, another key, another pass to glory

Another night, another sight, another bedtime story

Another stage, another chance, for gentleness or violence

Another birth, another dance, another death in silence



There's a vacancy, won't you come to me

And fill my empty spaces

I'm a motel man in a promised land

That's filled with empty faces

So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams,

It's a place for you to be

There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems

Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy



Mr. John is coming on with his liason

Mr. Soft is comin' off and soon he'll be gone

Mrs. Hart has come apart now that she's alone

Mr. Jive has come alive but nobody's home



Mornings come checkout time, with my pail and broom

I find what they've left behind in every tell-tale room

The sheets show their struggles, the glasses their fears

The ashtrays the hours passed, the towels their tears



There's a vacancy, won't you come to me

And fill my empty spaces

I'm a motel man in a promised land

That's filled with empty faces

So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, -aca