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 rollaway Just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day Nothing was clear Love was a smile away Just a defile away I sought it every way No one came near.
You asked the man for a room with a view Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe Then he replied as he gave you the key Love was a rollaway Just an unfold away That's all there is to say No one came near.
Alone in your room you hide As the night rolls by In the street outside And you feel over the words he said Till they turn to rain all around your head
You're seeking a hideaway Where the light of day Doesn't touch your face And a door sign keeps the world away Behind the shades Of your silent day.
You made your home in the Broadway Hotel Room service came at the push of a bell And the man said as he put down the tray Love was a stealaway Just a reveal away I tried to find a way Nothing was clear Then as he turned away You asked the man to stay He was there all the day No-one came near
Writer/s: ALISTAIR IAN STEWART
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Bill from San Francisco, CaAl almost always plays this in his live performances.
Tim from Cheyenne, WyMy guess is that woman would typically be about middle age and sort of attractive, but has seen better days professionally (whatever profession or heiress she might be) and wants absolutely no strings attached. On the slippery slope, so to speak. Remember, Times Square Broadway hotel(s) was/were in a pretty sleazy area in the 1970's and assuredly the hotel had not been so highscale then as has happened nowadays. Half world, as the french say. Not at all like now, Soho district, too.
Tim from Cheyenne, WyLook at the last stanza of the lyrics and it is clear that a kind of lost woman is giving in to a sort of a gigalo arrangement at a hotel by the room service. Since this is written by Al in the mid 1970's there are no other answers clear. Al, or some other narrative of unknown sex, is mentioning this to her in some fashion or another. (mildly scolding?) But, yes, being in hotel rooms as much as most famous singers do does put a personal observation edge to all.