The Rose Hotel - Robert Earl Keen

The Rose Hotel - Robert Earl Keen
He was walkin' through the alley way
Where the drifters sleep
And the wild dogs play
The moon was black the sky was grey
He thought he was alone
She was waiting at the rose hotel
Across the street from the wishing well
Turned the latch and broke a nail
Checked her mobile phone
Sometimes you run sometimes you stall
Sometimes you don't get up at all
Sometimes you run sometimes you fall
He bought a ticket on the uptown tram
Got off at 8th and Birmingham
Wondered if she gave
A damn about him anymore
She hadn't seen him in a year or so
Why he called she did not know
She had the oldies on the radio
And someone at the door
Sometimes you run sometimes you stall
Sometimes you don't get up at all
Sometimes you run sometimes you fall
He threw a nickle in the wishin' well
Crossed the street to The Rose Hotel
Got no answer when he rang the bell
So he gave a little shout
Tiny watchman with a baseball bat
A cheap cigar and a persian cat
Told him it was too bad
That she had just checked out
Sometimes you run sometimes you stall
Sometimes you don't get up at all
Sometimes you run sometimes you fall