Desperate Measures: Music
The Last Chance Hotel (lyrics)
(Desperate Measures)
Bill Sunkel & Rob Sunkel
They call me the Waltz King
Of upstate New York
So I play for the matrons
As their last resort
The desperate, aging beauties
Who drink, dream and dwell
With the mem’ries of romance
At the Last Chance Hotel
A lyric for the lonely
An old corny line
A song for you only
It slips through your mind
As the wine takes its toll
And the last drop is spilled
In a toast to a ghost
At the Last Chance Hotel
The Last Chance Hotel
I remember it well
She was really quite stylish
In her day
But everything ages
The seasons bring changes
Deny ‘em, if you choose
But the last laugh’s on you
Well, I may be an old fool
There’s one rule I know
Though flowers may fade
Still, a rose is a rose
And you can still hear the echoes
Of those sweet Catskill belles
If you happen to pass
By the Last Chance Hotel
They call me the Waltz King
I’m still keeping time
But the hotel is empty
No roses, no wine
And it looks like ol’ romance
Has cast his last spell
Soon I’ll dance with you, ladies
At the Last Chance Hotel