The Blows

I lay alone in bed. It's late, the night's grown old.

I can't settle down

It's the restless time between sleep and fear,

My woman left me

It's cold, the hotel window is open;

it wont close, wont quite touch the sill

The curtains carry with each breeze

A radiator steams, but barely keeps me warm

My women left me and I hear the street noise

Sounds hurry in the cold,

Men fight on the sidewalk below

I can't see, wont get out of bed

But I hear the blows

My woman left me,

I can afford more, but I searched this bad part of town

Found a heart broken inn, with long stairs and lonely blankets 

She said she can't take my moods,

My controlling ways,

She found another man,

I've come home wounded to this bad part of town,

I left for awhile, thought I'd never see the street again

Everyone's gone

But I should have known, women leave me, and the night always grows old,

The morning heals,

but the night always grows old,

And some windows never close, never in the cold