juliana hatfield
hotels
I miss the sound of laughter The children down the street I may not find an answer It's only memories  Hotels, hotels Welcome me when I need a home Hotels, hotels  Days are getting shorter And the night wind in the trees And the soft skin on your shoulder And the way you wanted me  Hotels, hotels Welcome me when I need a home Hotels, hotels  Think of me when I'm leaving  Will you give this to my mother?  Once again it's time to leave There's no ever after There's only in between  Hotels, hotels Welcome me when I need a home Hotels, hotels, hotels Welcome me when I need a home Hotels.