All I could do stand and stare As cold eternity hung in the country air My words softly fading out Sometime strange things can happen Through endless rooms we walk Masters of smallest talk Through endless rooms we walk Just trying to find Somewhere to lay down Battered and thin on the street The road of glory sure is hard upon the feet Punch the code on the door See your name on the floor Meet your problems tomorrow Through endless rooms we walk Masters of smallest talk Through endless rooms we walk Just trying to find Somewhere to lay down Each residence in decay And it's dark through the shades You could take them off Inside Through endless rooms we walk Through endless rooms we walk Through endless rooms we walk Just trying to find Somewhere to lay down