Blue Hotel

A girl named Rosa Gets on the Northern line in a pale red overcoat Her lips like clementines She’s fairly new to the city; she’s only twenty-five But she knows her own damn mind And with a flash of elegance She holds her heartbreak well A reservation booked for tonight at the Blue Hotel She’s come so far from the pretty small town, quiet girl That she used to be defined And now the train, it stops But I’ve still got a long way to go And maybe just this once I’ll ask her To meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue, the Blue Wouldn’t it be wonderful To chuck your cares away? To stop living in your past and live on for today I’d had a crazy life; I was pretty sure I’d never change But I left you not the same And now the weight of love Has won my heart I won’t let it go So maybe just this once I’d love her To meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue, the Blue Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue, The Blue Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel Meet me at the Blue Hotel