The Wade Hotel

The sun is coming up over the Wade Hotel

Intoxicated silhouettes are dancing to adorn

But there's underlying madness in this embellished concrete hell

And is just beyond a brazen horizon on this early autumn's dawn -

Oh no

Well, back to the daily grind, a bus ride from minimum wage

Imitating desolate footsteps of old, inheriting what they got paid

'Cause you're the charity-case son, born of discount racks, now working the factory floor

The gold-hearted kid just got a taste of their taxes and the law

Wandering all alone in a place I never loved

Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove

Staggered footsteps over the hill and then down the other side

Follow the track to the underpass that the motorway runs beside

It is there I tread a lone routine at 7 am each day

It is there I used to stop and dream of finding another way

But for now I'm wandering all alone

Wandering all alone

Wandering all alone in a place I never loved

Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove

Ode - it's an ode to the underdog

Ode - it's an ode to the underdog

Yeah the unannounced, under it all

The runners up under the haze

You know it's unfair, but understood

Every dog will have its day

As the sun will come up over the Wade Hotel