Picture a hotel room Clothes scattered across the floor Covers pulled back from the pillow A sign hung on the door Two lovers locked up tight Through the endless days and nights Hiding something they can't show Something no one else must know There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy As you take your key They smile at you so understandingly She cried out in the night Woke the porter from his sleep He grinned slyly to himself As he went to fetch his keys Look what love has brought them to This terrible nightmare His or hers he could not tell As they were sleeping there There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy As you take your key They smile at you so understandingly And I wish he could be The man he was before he was me A girl arrived at first light And inquired if they'd been seen And why the numbers ran from twelve Missing out thirteen And they said, "Oh, my darling Put it down to superstition. Try to avoid a scandal. And don't arouse suspicion. They re-arranged the furniture. They even papered over the door." There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy As you take your key They smile just so so you know There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy As you take your key They smile at you so understandingly There's a room without a number While the sign outside says there's no vacancy As you take your key They smile at you so understandingly