I left my worries in a one room shack
I′ll find some new one as I'm walking back
You came and left me in a cloud of dust
I′m seeing faces in a patch of rust

The light is getting low
It's hard to make it out
These walls are paper thin
No need to shout
No numbers on the doors
It's hard to work it out
But there′s nowhere else to go

Here′s to you
Dirty hotel blues
Just kick off your shoes
Cheers to you
I got these motel blues
And nothing to lose

The air is heavy and my head is light
I heard you talking all through the night
No chance of sleeping but it's ok
This time tomorrow ill be on my way

The light is getting low
It′s hard to make it out
These walls are paper thin
No need to shout
No numbers on the doors
It's hard to work it out
But there′s nowhere else to go

Here's to you
Dirty hotel blues
And nothing to lose

Here′s to you
Dirty hotel blues
Just kick off your shoes
Cheers to you
I got these motel blues
And nothing to lose