Drake Hotel

Numb to the number of times I've let you down

No more excuses or chances to turn things around

I am a boy, battered and broken-boned

With no more road that will lead me back home

Chameleon boy

What will you do when they see you lying with the leaves in the front lawn

Driving down a road that we've all been on

Stuck inside a photo frame

Chameleon boy we are the same

No one lives long at the Drake Hotel

It's all women and wine, cheap cigarettes and thrills

But I have a room with a window that faces the sea

I am a guest with no pressing intention to leave

Chameleon boy

What will they do when they find you lying on the floor by the bathroom sink

Songs never sung only paper and ink

The flame always flickers before it fades

Peel of the wall when the wallpaper peels

Crawl under carpet so creepy and still

Fly on the way with your bug-eyed pills

Wrap around windows and whirl with the wind

You're the heroin belt, you're the paper and pen

Anything goes when nobody sees or tells

No one lives long at the Drake Hotel

No one lives long at the Drake Hotel

All my heroes hole up at the Drake Hotel