Mrs. and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night They pulled off of the when they saw my light a vacancy I offer them, what they offer me Is fullness for a lifetime that's as can be
a vacancy, won't you come to me And my empty spaces I'm a man in a promised land That's filled empty faces
Won't you your sorrows, bring your dreams It's a for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it So won't you come to me? I've got a
name, another key Another pass to Another night, another Another story
Another stage, chance For gentleness or Another birth, dance death in silence
There's a vacancy, you come to me And my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised That's filled with faces
Won't you bring sorrows, bring your dreams a place for you to be There's no more tomorrow or how it seems So you come to me? I've got a vacancy
Mr. John is on with his liaison Mr. is comin' off and soon he'll be gone Mrs. Hart has come apart now that alone Mr. has come alive but nobody's home
Morning's come, time with my pail and broom I find what they've behind in every tell-tale room The sheets show struggles, the glasses their fears The ashtrays, the hours passed, the towels their
There's a vacancy, you come to me And fill my empty I'm a man in a promised land That's filled with faces
Won't you your sorrows, bring your dreams It's a for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it you come to me? I've got a vacancy