SeekIng a Hideaway.

Sometimes, I need to seek a hideaway,

Just like hiding a room in a hotel,

Where the light of day was curtained and 

thus it doesn't touch my faces, 

with a door-sign keeping 

the world away

behind the shades of my silent day.

For what,

for calmness and privacy.

Sometimes, I need to seek a hideaway.

Just like a room in a hotel,

where the light of day is curtained,

and thus does not touch my face,

with a door sign keeping

the world away

behind the shades of my silent day.

For what?

For calmness and privacy.

 Al Stewart - Broadway Hotel

You told the man 

in the Broadway Hotel

Nothing was stranger than 

being yourself

And he replied, 

with a tear in his eye

Love was a rollaway

Just a cajole away

Mist on a summer's day

Nothing was clear

Love was a smile away

Just a defile away

I sought it every way

No-one came near

You asked the man for 

a room with a view

Nothing was said as 

he stared at his shoe

Then he replied as 

he gave you the key

Love was a rollaway

Just an unfold away

That's all there is to say

No-one came near

Alone in your room you hide

As the night rolls by

In the street outside

And you feel over the words he said

Till they turn to rain 

all around your head

You're seeking a hideaway

Where the light of day

Doesn't touch your face

And a door-sign keeps 

the world away

Behind the shades

Of your silent day.

You made your home 

in the Broadway Hotel

Room service came 

at the push of a bell

And the man said as 

he put down the tray

Love was a stealaway

Just a reveal away

I tried to find a way

Nothing was clear

Then as he turned away

You asked the man to stay

He was there all the day

No-one came near