Track 6 of the album One More Verse Before the Lights Come Up · 2026
Fourth Floor, Last Door on the Left
by Wren Hallett
“The carpet swallows every step and the lamps are turned down low. I wrote it on the last night of a long trip.”
acoustic · hotel folk · hushed acoustic · 3:19
Lyrics
The carpet swallows every step The lamps are turned down low I count the doors along the hall With a suitcase and a glow You texted, are you there yet I said, nearly at the door Four more doors and then your voice And I won't need much more Fourth floor, last door on the left That is where I'll be Far from home but not alone With your voice to carry me Fourth floor, last door on the left I'll hold the phone up near A hallway full of strangers And the one I love so dear The ice machine is humming Like a lullaby for two I sit down on the bed and say I wish that I was with you Fourth floor, last door on the left That is where I'll be Far from home but not alone With your voice to carry me Fourth floor, last door on the left I'll hold the phone up near A hallway full of strangers And the one I love so dear Tomorrow I will fly back Past the lifts and the sleeping rooms But tonight the quiet corridor Is a place where love still blooms Fourth floor, last door on the left That is where I'll be Far from home but not alone With your voice to carry me Fourth floor, last door on the left I'll hold the phone up near A hallway full of strangers And the one I love so dear Last door on the left Goodnight, goodnight