This is a lonely life   As I know you know too well   I'm thinking of you tonight   Here in the Sylvia Hotel.      Smoking a cigarette   Drinking a glass of beer   Catching a conversation   I am trying not to hear.      One more   Why not, okay   Guess I'm glad I came   To stare at English Bay   Under all the rain.      There's a cat in this bar right now   Twitching his tail away   I called with a soft meow   Maybe he only speaks Francais.      You must be safe in bed   Down in your cowboy home   I don't wonder why you left   I wonder why you stayed so long.      One more   Why not, okay   I'm glad I came   And here's to English Bay   In the lovely rain.      I found some matches from Durango in my pocket   But if I let my heart get sad then I can't stop it.      And this is a lonely life   Though I think it suits me well   And everything's fine tonight   Here in the Sylvia Hotel...