San Marcos Inn Lyrics

The AC's buzzing in room one-twelve

I'm at a motel table all by myself

As a sirens howling on the wind

At the cheapest room in town, San Marcos Inn

Where the twenty-four hour emergency

Patient entrance brightly gleams

Right out my window, in the building next door

I see a man wheeled in on a stretcher board

So I pull my blinds, I leave one undrawn

'Til a pinkish fog of red neon

Shows on my ceiling, as a lightning thread

Casts my shadow all over my bed

Two yelling strangers in a Spanish tongue

They're in the room next door, and they're making love

As a baby's crying, and ain't getting no sleep

In a dry sink bed on a cotton sheet

And I'm a long way from home

And have little to say

Just this spooky little picture as my memory fades

What good is travelin', is it really so

But only needing one more, place to go

What good is travelin', I think I know

But only needing one more place to go

I can't sleep this morning

And tomorrow begins

At the cheapest room in town

San Marcos Inn