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Griffith Nanci Late Night Grande Hotel

And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well But no-one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this Late Night Grande Hotel

And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well But no-one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this Late Night Grande Hotel

The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night And I pull the bed clothes higher Will it stop calling out if I turn on the light? I'm afraid of

I am fragile in the morning I grow stronger in the day I can sprint like a new spring doe By the fall of the night Love has chased me down Through the

I once was a lot like you We share a dream I couldn't make come true I was a child who wrote my name Across a frosted window pane And there are jobs

a barroom With a fan turning I've come to miss a few This afternoon was cloudy and the rains came Third day of my first day San Miguel Seems lately that

see them Until you pack your dreams and leave them The one I loved has moved away It's hot in this city Hey, it's always late Here in this place Love

again And maybe you were thinkin' That you thought you knew me well But, no one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this late night grande hotel

(By Nanci Griffith - Pat Alger - James Hooker) Nobody seems to care about you With your tool case by the roadside There beneath the power lines Or the