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