Hotel Fire

(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer) Ten dollars for the room Torn blankets smell like old perfume Then love checks in, trips a wire, Skips the bill, sets a fire And leaves the wreck that's left behind With one desire, one desire Don't worry 'bout the key Lock's busted, and the chain is free Light comes up, the sun goes down A rented room, a borrowed town That burns the memories to the ground With one more round, one more round One more round Ten miles 'til the dawn A sign lights up and it pulls you on So strip the bed, slash the tire A broken home, a hotel fire You ask yourself again, am I Your one desire, one desire