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