Hotel Within

I seek a sweetness of soul
somewhere within
each faulty facade
I try passing in

How will I ever know me?

Our bodies of traveling art
saintly, yet sanctuaries for sin
this strolling haven of supposed hipness
oh, come on in

Christ, this hotel's for gypsies
we're all passing on
one day through the other
savoring our song

we flex to life's music
and give to hope's pulse
Roam casting our wishes
throwing our stones

I, careless once more
shaping my future
Watt's stream restored
will this water find its way?