Laura Bryna. Trying to Be Me. Room 228. Zeneszám

There?s a dozen dusty roses in a picture on the wall
A phone there on the table if you need a wake-up call
But there ain?t no room service no pool and no valet
Just a single bed and dresser here in room 228

There?s a hint of jasmine perfume from a cheatin? woman?s neck,
Johnny Walker whiskey and half smoked cigarettes.
There?s a quarter for a phone call a lover never made,
These walls could tell some secrets here in room 228

Live and die and laugh and cry
In here its all the same.
Rich or poor or healed or broken,
No ones here to stay.
The winners and the losers, the sinners and the saints,
We?re all just passing through here in room 228.

There?s heart there on the headboard underneath the paint
Carved by two teenagers on their wedding day
There?s a dog eared King James bible if you need to ease your pain
It?s saved a couple lost souls here in room 228

Live and die and laugh and cry
In here its all the same.
Rich or poor or healed or broken,
No ones here to stay.
The winners and the losers, the sinners and the saints,
We?re all just passing through here in room 228.

There?s a dozen dusty roses in a picture on the wall
A phone there on the table if you need a wake-up call