You told the man in the Broadway Hotel Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied with a tear in his eye Love was a roll-a-way just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day, nothing was clear Love was a smile away just a de-file away I sought it every way no-one came near A-lone in your room you hide as the Night rolls by in the street outside of you Feel over the words he said till they Turn to rain all a-round your head You're seeking a hide-away where the Light of day doesn't touch your face, and a Door sign keeps the world away ----> ÚLTIMO VERSO Be-hind the shades of of your silent days. FINAL (repete)