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