Track 4 of the EP Empty Rooms, Open Windows · 2021
Room 214, End of the Long Hallway
“Carpet worn to a thread and brass numbers glowing dim at the end of a long hallway. I wrote it in a hotel and finished it half asleep.”
rock ballad · dream rock · motel ballad · 3:32
Lyrics
Carpet worn down to a thread Brass numbers glowing dim A vending machine hums low At the end of the hall where it's thin I've walked this hall a hundred times With a bag and a borrowed key Every door just a stranger's dream And one of them's meant for me Past the ice machine Past the picture of the sea Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway Light under the door, I'm coming home to stay Not a mansion, not a thing to show But I built what's quiet, and it's mine to know Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway I made it here the honest way The maid leaves two clean towels And a mint upon the bed Nobody knows what it cost me To put my life back in my head No medals on this wall of mine No trophy on the shelf Just a man who paid his own way And learned to like himself Past the ice machine Past the picture of the sea Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway Light under the door, I'm coming home to stay Not a mansion, not a thing to show But I built what's quiet, and it's mine to know Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway I made it here the honest way Pride don't have to shout, no It can hum like a hallway light It can sit up late and smile At a job done right tonight Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway Light under the door, I'm coming home to stay Not a mansion, not a thing to show But I built what's quiet, and it's mine to know Room two-fourteen, end of the long hallway I made it here the honest way Turn the key, turn it slow End of the long hallway