Empty Hotel by the Sea - Conor Oberst

Order an Old Fashioned with a splash of Grand Marnier

I’ll be there in ten minutes if you’ll stay

I don’t wanna argue, but I gotta tell you straight

And better if it happens face to face

They’re lookin' for you, brother

They keep stopping by the house

They’re waiting at my work when I get out

What do you think would happen if they’d followed me here now

Do you really think they’d let it go

Well judging by your silence, the answer’s no

It’s not true, Matthew

No it’s nothing like before

They know exactly where you’re gonna be

In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor

With your feet propped up, watchin' the TV

With a tray of food you’re never gonna eat

And some shit excuse that no one would believe

In that empty hotel by the sea

Now when it’s over I’ll be talkin' to your grave

You might as well hear what I’ll say

I can’t forgive you, and I’ll never sing your praise

Why’d you always have to get your way

Now you’re a legend to those sick Neanderthals

The ones who count the bullet holes

Can’t help admiring the splatter on the wall

Like cherry blossoms in the spring

Oh, it’s a thing of beauty 'til it gets cleaned

It’s not true, Matthew

No it’s nothing like before

They know exactly where you’re gonna be

In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor

With a blindfold on, tryin' to fall asleep

While your rental car’s on fire in the street

And the snowflakes falling softly on the beach

In that empty hotel by the sea

Oh, it’s, it’s not true, Matthew

No it’s nothing like before

They know exactly where you’re bound to be

In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor

With your fingers broken, pickin' up your teeth

With the realization you were in too deep

With some final words that no one will repeat

While the snow’s still fallin' softly on the beach

In that empty hotel by the sea