The Dew Drop Inn, room number eight
Where my true love patently waits
The Dew Drop Inn, room sixty two
Is where we parted and said adieu

I walked to the beach with much restrain
To relax my thoughts and control my pain
On the open beach lay a lone sea shell
The big ocean became my wishing well

With my bare feet, as thoughts inside played
I waltzed in the water under the shade
I tossed in the sea shell and wished I were dead
The waves tossed it back, hitting my head

When I awoke, the motel was low key,
In our room my love waited for me
Back to reality from a hit on the head
All was a nightmare of dreaming, instead

If I said it before, I can say it again
Welcome to the Dew Drop Inn