The palmer house
You held onto a key
From a previous stay we can't afford
Henry floats through the floors
And we down mini bottles
The conference room
Where we always camp out
Has a grand piano
I sit and play while Blake and Jessica sing
We evade the housekeeping
Knock on all the doors
Marked 'do not disturb'
Make a dash, become
The Chicago cold
Somewhere down the line
You will find your warmth
But I will not return
We're knee-deep now in the outer boroughs
