It's pink and white all over and historical as Hell F. Scott and Zelda stayed here and you and me as well At least that's how the story goes, the porters like to tell A cold hard rain comes falling down It wasn't like this last time around There's no calm center to this storm oh baby, why don't you quit leaving me alone There's nothing on the TV, no message on the phone Nothing but an awful lot of nothing going on And every radio station plays the same forsaken song You'd think I would've had the sense to leave this place alone Well some dreams die with dignity They fade out clean and quietly Some won't let you let them go ah baby, why don't you quit leaving me alone Same old corner bedroom, seven stories up That overlooks the window, that overlooks the gulf The same old sleazy porter with the after hours stuff I think I'll kick the walls around and beat myself up Well some dreams die with dignity They fade out clean and quietly Some won't let you let them go ah baby, why don't you quit leaving me... A cold hard rain comes pouring down It wasn't like this last time around There's no calm center to this storm ah baby, why don't you quit leaving me alone