In a universe far away you will find a motel
With a pink neon sign next to a blue green road
It is raining again and I need a drink
I really need a drink but I have given it up
As it was slowly killing me daybydaybyday
I crossed the empty road and for about half an hour
Sheltered on a white plastic chair next to the wicker door
Some folk passing thought I was the owner grabbing a smoke
Whilst others thought I was a bum hiding from the neon rain