The Congress Hotel

The Congress Hotel

-Will Wakefield-

There are some days I just I can’t go wrong,
And other days I just follow along
The same old story, but a different song, you’ve never been away so long
It’s different from the times before, when both of us knew the score,
Now isn’t baby?
Now isn’t baby?

And the bartender leads a song,
About betters days that have and come and gone
And the patrons they all raise a glass,
To memories buried in their past
And we miss you baby, and we hope you’re doing well
While we get another round, at the Congress Hotel

And as we age, the things that made us rage,
Turn to apathy, and we’re so well behaved
Working at a dead end job, trying to pay the bills, an uphill crawl
We always had to have it all, but that’s a boat going over a waterfall,
Now isn’t baby?
Now isn’t baby?

And the fisherman leads a song,
About a better catch that has and come and gone
And the farmhand he will raise a glass
To a good crop year that came at last
And we miss you baby, and we hope you’re doing well
While we drink our courage, at the Congress Hotel

There are some days, I just can’t make sense
Of what you meant darling, and your indifference
And you’re on the phone, and you won’t be home, and I’ll spend another night alone
It’s jealousy of the unknown, I guess that’s how apart we’ve grown
Now isn’t baby?
Now isn’t baby?

And the ladies want, to hear a song,
About summer days that have come and gone,
And the boys they all raise a glass,
To memories buried in their past
And I miss you baby, and I hope you’re doing well
And it’s starting to rain, at the Congress Hotel