Sometimes at night I drive by and stare   And wonder what my life would be like if I had wound up there   Would I walk around with that look on my face   That dreaded look of having been condemned to this place      [Chorus:]   I could have kept on drinking   I could have gone to jail   My twisted road was sinking   Straight to the?      Allen Hotel   The Stories they tell   At the Allen Hotel   The broken memories that dwell      The hanging light bulb reflecting through the broken pane   Bullet-filed walls, the roof cant seem to stop the rain   Out on the Streets, whores trade their bodies for balloons   Had to get away, couldn't get too far too soon      [Chorus]      [Chorus]