Written By Phil Pritchett
Doorman at the big city hotel
Held the door open, he was holding it well
He tipped his cap as he looked at me
And he sang a song from '73
Well he asked me how my day had been
Shrugged his shoulders and I walked right in
Nodded his head like he understood
But I didn't know just how he could
Chorus:
There was too much noise and too much light
Too much room in the room at night
Too much noise there was too much light
Too much drinking in the bed at night
Later that week at the beachfront inn
The desk clerk asked me how I'd been
"Nice day" he said to me
I shrugged my shoulders and reached for my key
Chorus:
There was too much noise and too much sand
Too much of nothing in my hand
There was too much sun, there was too much sand
Too much of nothing in my hand
I was wandering in town to the beat of the rain
Was humming the song that the doorman sang
Read the sign right above the door
If you don't wear shoes don't walk on our floor
Chorus:
There was too much noise and too much light
Too much room in the room at night
There was too much sun, there was too much sand
Too much of nothing in my hand