I found myself lying on the balcony,

stripling terror, naked to the bone;

the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me -

I saw it all just a moment ago.

I know I'd better watch out

for the Central Hotel...

I'm not going back.



Repetition, superstition, singularity,

though every cell in the body has changed

the walls move in well-accustomed hilarity -

the circuit changes,

but the joke stays the same.

I know I'd better watch out

for the Central Hotel

I think I'd better get out,

I'm not feeling so well.

And I won't be going back,

not if I can help it.



I can't help it, I can't help it

if I still am what I was;

I can't help it, I can't help it,

can't stop the therefore because

I can't help it.

The grace of god shows I'll be going on,

I'll be coming back.



I know nothing of the miles of the marathon,

I hear nothing of the footfall behind,

I search for rythm and I find that I haven't one

slow motion in the runner's mind.

I know I'd better watch out

for the Central Hotel

I think I'd better get out,

I'm not feeling so well

I know I'd better check out,

but anyone here can tell

I'll be coming back, I'll be back.



I'm the Central Hotel