On a dead-end street
in a dead-end town
there's a motel that i call home
just a few small hopes
and a few small dreams
are all that place is resting on
desiree lives two doors down
she's been there for way too long
sometime when she's feelin' down
i hope she hears this song
on a bed of roses
not beneath some motel light
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight
she deserves to sleep tonight
she comes home late every night
i can hear her walkin' down my hall
she don't talk on the phone too much
when she does i hear it through my wall
desiree don't have many friends
at least not many good ones
i may be just an ordinary man
but least i'm someone to lean on
on a bed of roses
not beneath some motel light
on a be of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight
she deserves to sleep tonight
tonight, tonight, tonight
on a bed light
on a bed tonight
on a bed roses
she deserves to sleep tonight