On a dead-end street
in a dead-end town,
there's a motel that I call home.
Just a few small hopes
and a few small dreams
are all that place is resting on.
Desiree lives two doors down,
she's been there for way too long.
Oh, yeah.
Sometime when she's feelin' down,
you know, I hope she hears this song.
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.
She comes home late every night,
I can hear her walkin' down my hall.
She don't talk on the phone too much.
When she does, I hear it through my wall.
Desiree don't have many friends.
No, no, at least not many good ones.
And I may be just an ordinary man,
but least I'm someone to lean on.
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.
(Tonight, tonight, tonight) Tonight
(Tonight, tonight, tonight) Tonight
Ooh, yeah.
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight.
On a bed of roses,
ooh, yeah,
on a bed of roses, oh,
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.
(On a bed of roses...)
On a dead-end street
in a dead-end town,
there's a place that I call home.
(A bed of roses...)
Where I call home...
(On a bed of roses...)
Ooh, yeah, oh, I call it home.