Ron Hawkins - From the Alta Loma Hotel lyrics

Your boots fall from the bed to the floor You slowly turn the lock on the door You never know what you're in store for But it's just another season in hell Living in a two star hotel Your soul's the only thing that you haven't been able to sell It's a long hot summer of sweet descent It's a long cold winter of discontent You tap the keys with an absent mind Your pockets full of spare time But you can't find the words, much less the lines Now you're just another drowning man Holding back the sea with your hands All those loud love letters and pretty proud plans It's a long hot summer of sweet dissent It's a long cold winter of discontent It's a long lean season of unpaid rent It's a deadline And now you're living like a man with his hair on fire Pawning every promise to a pledge of desire We speak the same language, Arturo and me How you gonna sleep when the truth won't set you free? There's a breeze in from the sea To wash away the dust of your transgression The sea gulls wheeling overhead in black and white Seem eerily like priests attending to your mad confession Hooray!