Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Hotel Road.

thirty story hotel overlooking the sea

friends on either arm supporting me

it's hard to walk now

but i will go down somehow

i'm going down the old road

i'm going down the old road



children kick a soccer ball around in the street

kalpadruma trees are melting in the heat

it's hard to walk here

where the waves shine so clear

i'm going down the old road

i'm going down down the old road



above the swollen ocean the burning yellow sun

hits the hotel's mylar windoows catching every one

it's hard to say why

i should come here to die.

i'm going down the old road.

i'm going down the old road.