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In This Room

(Bob Nolan)

 

Sing Along with Dave Bourne

 

This small hotel overlooking the sea

Now crumbling, condemned and alone;

I come  not to watch it die but to walk inside of

And talk with, and listen to, just one very special room -

This room.

This empty, bare, forlorn and alone room.

Where the sun calls each day but thereís no one at home room

And the years have been dragging their weary feet along

Every wall down, at last, to end

In the sun bleached path on the floor

From the broken window across the room and out the open door.

But I still can feel the warmth and glow

Where all the love this room could hold

Now falls into dust with the long ago

And so I listen.

 

And all I can hear is the muted sound of a lonely heartbeat crying

Somewhere in the shadows where you left it

In this room.

And the memories come tumbling through my mind

Like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind

And I open my arms to welcome them as they gather here

In this room.

In this room.

 

And Iím trying to remember how long it has been

And where did it start and how did it end.

I canít seem to recall a tear or even an angry word

Or a broken vow, for none were made.

Or did someone just forget to come home

To this room?

This now is the start and the end of forever room,

Where tomorrow may come and again it may never room.

So, I walk to the window, look out to the sea

And the sea is the same as it used to be.

So blue! So very blue!

And I let this tired body of mine fill the very space that once was you

And I feel you breathe inside of me,

And my mind is a tangle of hopeless dreams

And this longing within me has nowhere to go.

And so I listen.

 

But all I can hear is the muted sound of the lonely heartbeat crying

Somewhere in the shadows where you left it

In this room.

And the memories come tumbling through my mind

Like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind

And I open my arms to welcome them as they gather here

In this room.

In this room.

 

 

  

 

 

More about this song.

Inquire about purchasing scanned copies of the original lead sheets.

Listen to the original home recording by Bob Nolan on his little old Martin guitar in his own livingroom.

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriterís Guild of America