I was born in this hotel
 washing dishes in the sink
 magazines and free soda
 trying hard not to think
 lay it on to the dawn
 everything we done is wrong
 I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
 lay it on to the dawn

 She can talk to squirrels
 coming back from the convalescent home
 staring at sports cars
 crying

 rattlesnake on the ceiling
 gunpowder on my sleeve
 I will live here forever
 with the ocean and the bees

 lay it on to the dawn
 everything we done is wrong
 I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
 lay it on to the dawn