Lyric

Peeling sign for an empty room

Calling out through the afternoon gloom

"Just me alone," I said on the phone

To a young man's eager and nervous tone

He looked at my button, hanging by a thread

While thinking of the contract and the words he said

Like milk in a coffee that’s brewed too long

I’m looking for a place where I belong

Small as it is, it’s a big kind of peace

A place where the noisy city can cease

An old clean kitchen and an autumn breeze

Finally putting my heavy heart at ease

The vacancy sign is gone from the door

I’m not wandering anymore

The ink spilled down from a slipping pen

Talking about family and the 'where' and 'when'

He kept on smiling his company smile

But he saw my exhaustion for a little while

I signed the paper, I took the key

A silent room for the soul of me

Sunset stretching across the wood

The key on the table looks so good

The empty room is mine today