Whip-Poor-Will

I got my window open in the southern cross hotel
it's been my longest night I can tell
by the way I'm not surprised
to see the desert cover over paradise

Now count every rhododrendon in this cool mountain light
I've made more mistakes than that just tonight
so all of you folks in heaven not too a busy ringing the bells
some of us down here aren't doing very well
some of us with our windows open in the southern cross hotel

still waiting
still waiting

for you to sing that song again
the one you were singing at the very fall of man
it ain't hallelujah but it might as well have been

sing it brother one more time
sing it brother one more time
sing it sister one more time
sing it sister one more time
once for everybody who got left behind

whip-poor-will
o whip-poor-will
whip-poor-will