Sylvia Hotel

This is a lonely life As I know you know too well I'm thinking of you tonight Here in the Sylvia Hotel. Smoking a cigarette Drinking a glass of beer Catching a conversation I am trying not to hear. One more Why not, okay Guess I'm glad I came To stare at English Bay Under all the rain. There's a cat in this bar right now Twitching his tail away I called with a soft meow Maybe he only speaks Francais. You must be safe in bed Down in your cowboy home I don't wonder why you left I wonder why you stayed so long. One more Why not, okay I'm glad I came And here's to English Bay In the lovely rain. I found some matches from Durango in my pocket But if I let my heart get sad then I can't stop it. And this is a lonely life Though I think it suits me well And everything's fine tonight Here in the Sylvia Hotel...