This Hotel Room (Live)

歌詞

Well, the train slipped in to the station A worn out steel blue soul A relic from colonial days When the French were still in control [Foreign Content] It's an outpost in transition Where the faithful in the bar Know from the whistle and the squeekin' wheel That the next stop is Dakar [Foreign Content] Talk on the radio, talk on the street Talk of men with money and local from the heat Talk about the rail band picking up the beat We left that crazy union with the headlights on the jeep And there's history on that jukebox Where the spies and scoundrels dwell It was the place to go in Bamako Direcion Buffet Hotel, direcion Buffet Hotel Now we're lost in the Sahara For hours north of Tombouctou Looking for a nomad who knows Or maybe some wandering Jew [Foreign Content] And we heard that Taurog combo? We had come so very far And we were welcomed out of history By the wind, sand and the stars [Foreign Content] Sand in the couscous, sand in the wine There was sand in my guitar case and stories in my mind Machine guns on the hilltop, camels in my tent Buried in a sandstorm as the music came and went Well, we crawled out of that desert And the storm erased our tracks The Sahara showed her heart to us And then she took it back Well, we made it back to Bamako Before that last call bell We bought rounds for all our newfound friends We owned Buffet Hotel [Foreign Content] I recall diplomats and hookers I saw strangers digging wells And for that one great night in Bamako We owned Buffet Hotel