Vic Chesnutt Follow

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
5 a.m. 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 hotel
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

Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour