Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night   They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light   It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer me   Is fullness for a lifetime that's bare as can be      There's a vacancy, won't you come to me   And fill my empty spaces   I'm a motel man in a promised land   That's filled with empty faces      Won't you bring your sorrows, bring your dreams   It's a place for you to be   There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems   So won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy      Another name, another key   Another pass to glory   Another night, another sight   Another bedtime story      Another stage, another chance   For gentleness or violence   Another birth, another dance   Another death in silence      There's a vacancy, won't you come to me   And fill my empty spaces   I'm a motel man in a promised land   That's filled with empty faces      Won't you bring your sorrows, bring your dreams   It's a place for you to be   There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems   So won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy      Mr. John is coming on with his liaison   Mr. Soft is comin' off and soon he'll be gone   Mrs. Hart has come apart now that she's alone   Mr. Jive has come alive but nobody's home      Morning's come, checkout time with my pail and broom   I find what they've left behind in every tell-tale room   The sheets show their struggles, the glasses their fears   The ashtrays, the hours passed, the towels their tears      There's a vacancy, won't you come to me   And fill my empty spaces   I'm a motel man in a promised land   That's filled with empty faces      Won't you bring your sorrows, bring your dreams   It's a place for you to be   There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems   Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy