You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself
And he replied with a tear in his eye
Love was a roll-a-way just a cajole away
Mist on a summer's day, nothing was clear
Love was a smile away just a de-file away
I sought it every way no-one came near
Night rolls by in the street outside of you
Feel over the words he said till they
Turn to rain all a-round your head
You're seeking a hide-away where the
Light of day doesn't touch your face, and a
Door sign keeps the world away
Be-hind the shades of of your silent days.