Portrait of a Pamplona Hotel Room, November, 1AM

It's not so easy, finding a friend for the night
With this black eye on the run from myself
I guess i'll have to check myself in
To collapse on my nose for there's nothing sweet to smell around here
No nothing to taste but the complimentary coffee and biscuits
And the music seeping through the walls
Singing my name in a voice I know so well
But in a different language than usual

Ahh

And the door lock blues the one next to mine
Like an iron fish in an iron net well I wonder
Could she keep me warm tonight
And there's people singing in the street
Laughing but the queen has got my tongue
She seized my wit and charm at the border control
And she won't meet me the girl from two summers ago
Oh she's happy hitched and her hole is stitched for that I'm glad
I hope I bump into her on her street

Ahh, If you were here nothing would be wrong
Ahh, If you were here we'd sing a different song

And I'm dragging a dead body of dirty clothes
And a heap of unsold Fluteman records
I see they don't like my melancholy sound round here
And the scene is stirring,
balcony purring but with nothing to chain smoke
I'm recalling youthful tales, of my and old friends misfortunes

Dear old friend from grand old moments passed
Ahh, If you were here we'd sing a different song