Track 1 of the single Vacancy Sign Burning Red / Railroad Crossing at Two A.M. · 2023
Vacancy Sign Burning Red
“I wrote this from the point of view of the night clerk at a motel I used to drive past after gigs. It's the quietest thing we do, and we wanted the room to feel empty on purpose.”
country · desert country · slowcore · 4:00
Lyrics
I work the desk at the Desert Rose From midnight until six Got a bell that rings for strangers And a drawer of room keys and tricks The ice machine's got a stutter The pool's been dry since May But the vacancy sign keeps burning For anyone who needs a place to stay Vacancy sign burning red Over the lot where the dust is shed Come in out of the long dark road Lay down whatever you've been carrying home I can't fix what's keeping you up But I'll pour you something in a paper cup Vacancy sign burning red Room twelve is made, and the bed's been spread A woman came in near three o'clock With a suitcase and a stare Said she'd left a life in Tucson And she didn't much care where I gave her the key to number nine Said the heater's slow but it's warm She said, you're kind, I said, it's just the job But I stood there till the storm Vacancy sign burning red Over the lot where the dust is shed Come in out of the long dark road Lay down whatever you've been carrying home I can't fix what's keeping you up But I'll pour you something in a paper cup Vacancy sign burning red Room twelve is made, and the bed's been spread Some folks check in for a night Some folks check in for good Some just need a door that locks And a light, the way a light should Now the sky's gone pale at the window And the trucks are warming up She leaves her key on the counter Next to my paper cup She says thank you, and I nod And I watch her taillights climb Then I flip the switch, but I leave it on For the next one down the line Vacancy sign burning red Over the lot where the dust is shed Come in out of the long dark road Lay down whatever you've been carrying home I can't fix what's keeping you up But I'll pour you something in a paper cup Vacancy sign burning red Room twelve is made, and the bed's been spread Burning red, burning red Somebody's coming, I can tell Burning red