(Vic Chesnutt) I can see my old hotel down amongst the smells I'm up above that ancient city river it's filtered by my lousy liver it's filtered by my wilted lily liver I can see my old hotel it ain't even a hotel 5am there came some sleet or hail it was signal taps on the brave window solemn taps on the wavy window I can see my old holtel hear those old touristy bells soon I'll be down the hill shopping giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins I can see my old hotel it ain't even a hotel I'm scheduled to ride the rails if I wished to stay on this tower things would derange given just another hour ...
