The Innkeeper

The ghosts of innocence Stalk the hallways Singing with tambourines There's a pretty Senorita Trying to scrub the bathtub clean There's a child with no birthday There's a wedding with no vow There's a room for every stranger Who's as strange as I am now My mind is like a maid Always cleaning up after filthy guests My heart's a hotel Where these weary, worried, Wandering thoughts can rest And I'm the innkeeper Trying to pass the white-glove test I'm the innkeeper Take a seat inside my kitchen Where I feed my hungry dreams Every aching stone is covered With the moss of memory I keep washing the same window But I cannot change the scene Someone's knocking - Someone's always knocking - Please let me be! My mind is like a maid Always cleaning up after filthy guests My heart's a hotel Where these weary, worried, Wandering thoughts can rest And I'm the innkeeper Trying to pass the white-glove test I'm the innkeeper You can blame the leaky ceiling Or you can blame The economy But in the business of lately I've had lots of vacancy My mind is like a maid Always cleaning up after filthy guests My heart's a hotel Where these weary, worried, Wandering thoughts can rest And I'm the innkeeper Trying to pass the white-glove test I'm the innkeeper