Pinwheel of Death

Autry Inman


SONGS

Writers Autry Inman

Genres Country, Classic Country

Recorded 1960

Lyrics I WALKED UP
TO THE DESK
AND ASKED THE MAN
ABOUT A ROOM,
HE GOT THE REGISTRATION CARD,
I SIGNED IT
LIKE A GROOM.
I TOOK THE ELEVATOR
TO THE FLOOR
WE WERE ASSIGNED,
I FUMBLED
WITH THE LOCK
THE WAY I DID
THE OTHER TIME.
INSIDE I THOUGHT
OF ALL THE THINGS
THAT STARTED IN THIS ROOM
I'M ALONE
ON OUR SECOND HONEYMOON.
I HOPE
THAT YOU ARE HAPPY
AND I WISH
WITH ALL MY MIGHT
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THE EMPTINESS
IN THIS ROOM TONIGHT.
THE MEM'RY
OF OUR HAPPY YEARS
I'LL BURY
IN THIS TOMB
I'M ALONE
ON OUR SECOND HONEYMOON.

I LOOK AROUND THE ROOM
AND SEE YOU
STANDING EV'RYWHERE,
THE FRAGRANCE
OF YOUR BRIDAL FLOWERS
SEEMS TO FILL THE AIR.
THE BLUSHING BRIDE
THAT GAVE ME
SUCH A FREE
AND WINNING KISS,
HER LOVING ARMS
AROUND ME
AS SHE OFFERED
WEDDED BLISS.
WE SAID
THAT WE'D RETURN
AND LIVE IT OVER
IN THIS ROOM
I'M ALONE
ON OUR SECOND HONEYMOON.
I HEAR
THE HAPPY PEOPLE
LAUGHING IN THE STREET
BELOW,
BUT THE LONELINESS
I FEEL TONIGHT
I HOPE
YOU NEVER KNOW.
THE LIFE
THAT WAS A HAPPY SONG
HAS ENDED
MUCH TOO SOON
I'M ALONE
ON OUR SECOND HONEYMOON.
 

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