The Ghost of Coral Island

We're the house band in a hotel called Fingeland Inn
We play three, maybe four shows a night
In a huge ballroom with stained-glass windows
The stage overlooks the dance floor
There'a seal of dust and discarded cigar butts
Betting slips and Ritalin receipts

There's a bar, with a neon vacancy light
And a jukebox that plays Walk records
Perry Como, Tom O'Connor, all the Schmaltz



Credits
Writer(s): James Alexander Skelly, Nicholas Steven Power
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