Melody Motel

<br>(difford/tilbrook)<br><br><br><br>He drove up to the motel<br><br>In his town and country car<br><br>He watched the working women<br><br>With the field hands from the farm<br><br>He walked into the lobby<br><br>With his pleased to see you smile<br><br>Scribbled on to the register<br><br>His fictitious name and smiled<br><br>The footsteps of a young girl<br><br>Came tapping along the hall<br><br>The outline of his features<br><br>Were shadowed on the wall<br><br>She stood a little nervous<br><br>Half lit by the neon light<br><br>That flashed in many colours<br><br>Through the darkness of the night<br><br><br><br>The skin on his face<br><br>Like a well worn saddle<br><br>Smiled as he said goodnight<br><br>At the melody motel<br><br>It was business as usual<br><br>As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes<br><br><br><br>His shirt lay by his bedside<br><br>His jeans down by his feet<br><br>She swallowed hard and mumbled<br><br>With the key between her teeth<br><br>On went the television<br><br>The picture flickering slow<br><br>Top cat in the alley way<br><br>As they sat there all alone<br><br><br><br>He drove back up his driveway<br><br>In his town and country car<br><br>His wife was cooking chicken<br><br>With a baby in her arms<br><br>The smell of home cooked dinner<br><br>Filled the air at home that night<br><br>Screaming officer dibble<br><br>In the tvs flickering light<br><br><br><br>Slumped in his favourite armchair<br><br>His face as grey as stone<br><br>His feet up on the table<br><br>Next to the chicken bones<br><br>He seemed to show no feelings<br><br>Picking corn out from his teeth<br><br>Police down at the motel<br><br>As the blood dried on the sheets