Hotel Continental

Turning down 214 for 104
And the wooden archs of triumph
The book lady at the corner greets me
Wondering where I've been
And what I've seen

As I stepped out on the balcony
And let the city wash over me
All my bothers blew away

There's a man at the antique store
Brings out a turntable for me
Loads up his scratchy 45's
Of local hits and British Invasion

As I stepped out on the balcony
And let the city wash over me
All my bothers blew away

Hot and underdressed at the gallery opening
Still the flashlights found us
Laughing on the terrace
There's a brass band playing on the theatre stairs
Early Sunday morning
The scooter drivers are smiling at me
As I go out to get the paper

I could spend hours and hours
At the misty pagoda
Watching the holy turtles
Climbing over each other

As I stepped out on the balcony
And let the city wash over me
All my bother blew away
At dusk I was showered and shaved
Walked out into the street
To meet her at The Majestic



Credits
Writer(s): Stellan Wahlström
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