BERKLEY
HOUSE HOTEL (Robert J. Purvis)
Twenty-four miles from the city
Finally here, gee, it's good to be home once again
Hotel no longer looks pretty
Falling behind, all the curtains are wasting away, yeah
Berkley House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Bristling hard like the clover
Covered up chairs, broken frames don't allow me to see
Thinking it carefully over
Looking at you, in reflection, you're looking at me
Berkley
House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Maybe, I'm wrong, but I've really been too long away from here
Maybe, I'm crazy, but something keeps telling me "stay," yeah
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see
La la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see
[slide guitars solo]
©1975 Ganga Publishing B.V.
lyrics from Harder
To Live LP lyric sheet insert
corrections by Tom Brennan
Twenty-four miles from the
city
Finally here, gee, it's good to be home once again
Hotel no longer looks pretty
Falling behind, all the curtains are wasting away, yeah
Berkley House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Bristling hard like the clover
Covered up chairs, broken frames don't allow me to see
Thinking it carefully over
Looking at you, in reflection, you're looking at me, yeah
Berkley
House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Maybe, I'm wrong, but I've really been too long away from here
Maybe, I'm crazy, but something keeps telling me "stay"
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see
La la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see.
[acoustic guitar]
©1975 Ganga Publishing B.V.
lyrics
from Harder To Live LP lyric sheet insert
modified by Tom Brennan