With a coffee and a magazine
Of an aching in his head
I must have missed that moment
Why none appeared to me?
When we asked her the next day
He said a hundred people
My husband was not feeling well
And returned to him his change
And this will be a mystery
Some angels in a dance
Well, what I'd like to know
That one by one the old and young
She smiled at him politely
So we were living underneath
Lined up to touch his hand
"What happened in that room?", he asked
We went to the desk to pay
When we sleep so close together that
He woke up complaining
Asked if he was all right
The concierge was less than helpful
Is with all the people in that room
They had come to the wrong man
"A death or something strange?"
Had come through our room that night
One by one the old and young
And so we went to bed
Our hair becomes entwined
He spent the night explaining
