Lonely Hearts, Los Angeles - Allman Brown

I’m sitting in this hotel room tonight

Somewhere above my head, the Hollywood sign burning bright

Through the walls I hear lovers fight

The TV’s on, I keep it playing for the light

There’s ringing in my ears all the time

Beneath that noise a silence so divine

Twenty dollars for a drink from the minibar

Stare at the sky, but I can’t see any stars

Awake, in this borrowed room

Thoughts spinning in the cosmos like a moon

Awake, my dreams in a line

Waiting for my mind to go black

I listen to the ghosts in the corridors

All the men and women that were here before

Just a stranger in this strange town

I’ll be forgotten tomorrow when they turn the bed down

Awake, in this borrowed room

Thoughts spinning in the cosmos like a moon

Awake, my dreams in a line

Waiting for my mind to go black

All the lonely hearts, that travelled so far

To drink in bars where no one knows your name

To the night we belong, our stories our songs

Spirits dance in the corner of our eyes

Raise your glass with trembling hands

Curse the devil as you stand

Hear him laugh, drink deep anyway

Hear him laugh, drink deep anyway

Hear him laugh, drink deep anyway