Track 6 of the album Laundromat Waltz · 2018
Fourth Floor, Room Four-Eleven
“A red carpet that swallows your steps and a hundred closed doors. Written in an actual hotel corridor at two in the morning.”
jazz · hotel bar jazz · cool jazz · 3:32
Lyrics
The carpet is red and it swallows my steps A hundred closed doors on each side Soft light in the sconces, a hum from the lift The hotel is asleep, and so am I, nearly Behind every door someone's story is breathing A suitcase, a letter, a prayer I walk with my key and I whisper goodnight To the strangers who sleep unaware Down the long hall, down the long hall Quiet as a song at the end of the night Down the long hall, down the long hall Every door has a lamp, every lamp has a light Room four-eleven, I'm home Not for long, but I'm home A tray by a doorway, two shoes in the hall A child's little drawing on glass The ice machine rattles its lullaby And the night is a slow walk to pass We are all just passing through Sharing one long corridor Different keys and different dreams Same soft light beneath the door Down the long hall, down the long hall Quiet as a song at the end of the night Down the long hall, down the long hall Every door has a lamp, every lamp has a light Room four-eleven, I'm home Not for long, but I'm home Click goes the lock Goodnight, hall Goodnight