Turndown

[Intro: baritone guitar riff, brass stabs, timpani] (Reservation under Morgan) Morgan, tonight [Verse 1: low and sultry] Nine years, two thousand beds, and a new name at the door I was Gray in Rome and Lane in Prague and Morgan on this floor White glove along the picture frame, I time the room service tray I leave one hair across the pillow, just to see if it will stay I let the phone ring seven times, I count the towels twice I'm the woman at the window table, and I never ask the price [Pre-Chorus] Ferries cross the Bosphorus at midnight Every light is gold And I'm checking every corner And it's perfect, and it's cold [Chorus: belted] Turndown (turndown) A chocolate on the pillow and a city in the glass Turndown (turndown) I'm a different woman every night and none of them will last I check the sheets, I check the lights, I check the lock and chain And I'm gone before the sun, and no one here has said my name [Verse 2] Breakfast on the terrace with a table laid for one The waiter calls me Mrs. Morgan, and I answer like I'm someone My sister sends a video, my nephew's turning eight I send a heart from a balcony three time zones too late The bellman, old Selim, has seen me checking every frame He only smiles and tips his cap, and never asks my name [Pre-Chorus] Then my phone lights up with Paris Thursday, as Mrs. Vale And I watch it on the table Till the screen goes pale [Chorus: belted] Turndown (turndown) A chocolate on the pillow and a city in the glass Turndown (turndown) I'm a different woman every night and none of them will last I check the sheets, I check the lights, I check the lock and chain And I'm gone before the sun, and no one here has said my name [Bridge: strings, harp and voice] Midnight, and the bellman's at my door with my white glove in his hand Says, madam, I did your job for thirty years, I know just how you stand The finger on the frame, the hair across the pillow, seven rings I quit to carry bags in one hotel, and I don't miss a thing Thirty years of nowhere with a name on every door Now the baker says good morning, Selim, and I need nothing more [Final Chorus: key change up] Turndown (turndown) I checked out in the morning, then I turned around again Turndown (turndown) And I signed the card in my own hand, my real name, Nora Penn Selim brought my bag back up and set it by the chair Said, good evening, Nora, and for once, I was there [Outro: brass hit, long held note] Nora (Paris can wait) One more night Nora