Standard (EADGBE)

"Room 8", the invite says,

"Come and surprise your oldest friend."

The door's ajar, what's behind,

In room 8, room 8, room 8?

Cards are found in boxes there,

Welcome me in to the earthly air.

A baby girl named Jennifer,

Born here, born here, in room 8.

Solo

Lock the car, tremble and shake,

Baby, the call was just a fake.

But there she is, spotted through rain,

"Jennifer", she calls your name.

On the bed, hip displaced,

Broken nose and a toothless face.

But she's alive, she's awake,

In room 8, room 8, room 8.

And she whispers,

We're still working full-time for love--

Underpaid, overworked, uninsured.

We'll work gladly with our hands,

We'll take off our gloves,

'til it's only love, 'til love remains,

In room 8, room 8, room 8.

I've never felt this pain before,

Doubled over the motel floor.

The ambulance it pulls away,

With only tears as my alibi.

But I'm still workin' full-time for love--

9 to 5, weekends, and, holidays.

Don't lay me off with severance pay,

Work me 'til I'm enslaved,

By your elusive ways, invisible love,

In room 8, room 8, room 8.