Broadway Hotel - Al Stewart

    You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
    Nothing was stranger than being yourself
    And he replied, with a tear in his eye
    Love was a rollaway
    Just a cajole away
    Mist on a summer's day
    Nothing was clear
    Love was a smile away
    Just a defile away
    I sought it every way
    No-one came near

    You asked the man for a room with a view
    Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe
    Then he replied as he gave you the key
    Love was a rollaway
    Just an unfold away
    That's all there is to say
    No-one came near

    Alone in your room you hide
    As the night rolls by
    In the street outside
    And you feel over the words he said
    Till they turn to rain all around your head

    You're seeking a hideaway
    Where the light of day
    Doesn't touch your face
    And a door-sign keeps the world away
    Behind the shades
    Of your silent day.

    You made your home in the Broadway Hotel
    Room service came at the push of a bell
    And the man said as he put down the tray
    Love was a stealaway
    Just a reveal away
    I tried to find a way
    Nothing was clear
    Then as he turned away
    You asked the man to stay
    He was there all the day
    No-one came near

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