Twenty-four miles from the city
Finally here, gee it's good to be home once again
Hotel no longer looks pretty
Falling behind, all the curtains are wasting away
Berkley House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Bristling hard like the clover
Covered up chairs, broken frames don't allow me to see
Thinking it carefully over
Looking at you, in reflection you're looking at me
Berkley House is standing in the square
And all the clouds above, they linger low
No one ever comes here anymore
No one ever comes here anymore
Maybe I'm wrong but I've really been too long away from here
Maybe I'm crazy but something keeps telling me "stay"
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see
La la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la
And I wasn't born to resist everything that keeps calling me
And I wasn't made to evade what my eyes really see.