| I found myself lying on the balcony |
| Stripling terror, naked to the bone; |
| The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me — |
| I saw it all just a moment ago |
| I know I’d better watch out |
| For the Central Hotel… |
| I’m not going back |
| Repetition, superstition, singularity |
| Though every cell in the body has changed |
| The walls move in well-accustomed hilarity — |
| The circuit changes, but the joke stays the same |
| I know I’d better watch out |
| For the Central Hotel |
| I think I’d better get out |
| I’m not feeling so well |
| And I won’t be going back |
| Not if I can help it |
| I can’t help it, I can’t help it |
| If I still am what I was; |
| I can’t help it, I can’t help it |
| I can’t stop the therefore because I can’t help it |
| The grace of god shows I’ll be going on |
| I’ll be coming back |
| I know nothing of the miles of the marathon |
| I hear nothing of the footfall behind |
| I search for rhythm and I find that I haven’t one |
| Slow motion in the runner’s mind |
| I know I’d better watch out |
| For the Central Hotel |
| I think I’d better get out |
| I’m not feeling so well |
| I know I’d better check out |
| But anyone here can tell |
| I’ll be coming back, I’ll be back |
| I’m the Central Hotel |
| I’m the Central Hotel |
| I’m the Central Hotel |