Empty Arms - Robert Finley

It looks to me like there could be

A new girl at the front desk

I bet that she’s got a heart of gold

Just like all the rest

'Cause no matter where I’ve been

They never fail to take me in

Where a fallen star is still a star

Down at the Empty Arms

Follow me and you will see

How low a man can get

But through these doors I’m telling ya’ll

Even I still feel respect

It’s the closest thing to home

For a man who’d rather roam

Sleep through the alarm

Down at the Empty Arms

When I fly to my home on high

Please store my ashes in a jar

In room 219 by the ice machine

Down at the Empty Arms

A fallen star is the only star

Down at the Empty Arms

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