Holiday Inn

This is where my crazy ass story ends

This is where love has led me to
Stomach in knots and a headful of pain
Sleeping alone at the Holiday Inn
Do people really want to know me
And all the messed up places that I've been
A little crime and a lot of sin
Has led me to this bed at the Holiday Inn
Writing songs to ease the pain
Letting people know the trouble that I've seen
When I die will they remember me
As a troubadour with a message to sing
Or as a lonely old soul at the Holiday Inn
We are all connected somehow
Spirits are all around me this I know
Love is the word that comes to mind
Follow your heart as the cliché goes
The message is clear, you’re never too old
And we all have a story to sing
But you better be careful or you might end up
Alone at the Holiday Inn
I’ve been to Nashville, and Austin too
Met some mighty nice people along the way
It’s the ones in my own home town who scare me the most
Cause this is where I’m learning to play
I learned from Mr. Dylan and I learned from Mr. Prine
Their records I grew up with, I listened all the time
But what they didn’t say when I put my quarter in
Is if you follow us
You might end up sleeping alone down at the Holiday Inn
If you’re lucky…

Robert

2015