Empty Arms

It looks to me like there could be A new girl at the front desk I bet that she's got a heart of gold Just like all the rest 'Cause no matter where I've been They never fail to take me in Where a fallen star is still a star Down at the Empty Arms Follow me and you will see How low a man can get But through these doors I'm telling ya'll Even I still feel respect It's the closest thing to home For a man who'd rather roam Sleep through the alarm Down at the Empty Arms When I fly to my home on high Please store my ashes in a jar In room 219 by the ice machine Down at the Empty Arms A fallen star is the only star Down at the Empty Arms Empty Arms Empty Arms Empty Arms Empty Arms Empty Arms Empty Arms