Текст и слова песни Motel Motel – Harlem
Somewhere there's a town
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn't wake them if you wanted to
An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
I asked him a question
He said "no you tell me where you come from"
Then I turned to Julie
In a casino built in restaurant
She says I'm lucky because I've always had a home
A woman to hold me
When I get stoned
I may feel lonely
But I don't know what it's like to be alone
Until I see the bottom
Somewhere there's a town
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn't wake them if you wanted to
I hope I'm not there when you do
I hope I'm in some other life
Because I don't want to see their faces
Looking so displaced
So close your eyes and say goodnight
An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
So I went back to New York
The city where I come from
Where the people look at me
Like I'm somebody else's problem
Moving back to Harlem
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn't wake them if you wanted to
An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
I asked him a question
He said "no you tell me where you come from"
Then I turned to Julie
In a casino built in restaurant
She says I'm lucky because I've always had a home
A woman to hold me
When I get stoned
I may feel lonely
But I don't know what it's like to be alone
Until I see the bottom
Somewhere there's a town
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn't wake them if you wanted to
I hope I'm not there when you do
I hope I'm in some other life
Because I don't want to see their faces
Looking so displaced
So close your eyes and say goodnight
An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
So I went back to New York
The city where I come from
Where the people look at me
Like I'm somebody else's problem
Moving back to Harlem
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