The Rose Hotel - Robert Earl Keen

He was walkin' through the alley way

Where the drifters sleep and the wild dogs play

The moon was black, the sky was grey

He thought he was alone

She was waiting at the Rose Hotel

Across the street from the wishing well

Turned the latch and broke a nail

Checked her mobile phone

Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall

Sometimes you don’t get up at all

Sometimes you run, sometimes you fall

He bought a ticket on the uptown tram

Got off at 8th and Birmingham

Wondered if she gave a damn

About him anymore

She hadn’t seen him in a year or so

Why he called she did not know

She had the oldies on the radio

And someone at the door

He threw a nickel in the wishin' well

Crossed the street to the Rose Hotel

He got no answer when he rang the bell

So he gave a little shout

Tiny watchman with a baseball bat

A cheap cigar and a Persian cat

Told him it was too bad that

She had just checked out

Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall

Sometimes you don’t get up at all

Sometimes you run, sometimes you…

Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall

Sometimes you don’t get up at all

Sometimes you run, sometimes you fall

Sometimes you fall