Juliana Hatfield Hotels
I miss the sound of laughter
The children down the street
I may not find an answer
It's only memories
Hotels, hotels
Welcome me when I need a home
Hotels, hotels
Days are getting shorter
And the night wind in the trees
And the soft skin on your shoulder
And the way you wanted me
Hotels, hotels
Welcome me when I need a home
Hotels, hotels
Think of me when I'm leaving
Will you give this to my mother?
Once again it's time to leave
There's no ever after
There's only in between
Hotels, hotels
Welcome me when I need a home
Hotels, hotels, hotels
Welcome me when I need a home
Hotels.
