Empty Arms

It looks like to me that there could be

A new girl at the front desk

I bet she's got a heart of gold

Just like all the rest

'Cause no matter where I've been

They never fail to take me in

Well a fallen star is still a star

Down at the empty arms

Follow me and you will see

How low a man can get

But through these doors, I'm tellin' y'all

Even I still feel respect

It's the closes thing to home

For a man that likes to roam

Sleeping through the alarm

Down at the empty arms

When I fly to my home on high

Put my ashes in a jug

Room two nineteen by the ice machine

Down at the empty arms

A fallen star is still a star

Down at the Empty Arms

Empty Arms

Empty Arms

Empty Arms

Empty Arms

Empty Arms

Empty Arms, baby

Empty Arms