Story Behind The Song

Visual: A meeting place, a room where life cycles through, eras change, faces change, details change but the place remains the same

Song Description

A sing-a-long with Gypsy orchestration

Lyrics

Lake Hotel Music and Lyrics by Shelley MacLeod (BMI)
& Charlie Karp (ASCAP)
Just standing on the outside of the Lake Hotel
In the doorway looking in
There used to be flamingos, plastic on the wall
They’re gone now
This is the place we used to meet
Ah, the stories we could tell
We used to drink and laugh at life
We thought we knew it all so well

But I see ole’ Max at his table
He hasn’t changed in years
And at the bar, that jukebox plays our song
I can’t believe that it’s still here
And it goes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . La, da, da, la, da, da

Just standing on the outside looking in
Thinking of things that might have been
We used to talk around a cigarette machine
The one you carved our young initials in
I see you dancing on that table
The night you swept me off my feet
Dancing, singing, loving
Back when life was oh so sweet

I see a couple at their table
In the twilight of their years
Their hair is gray, but they still sway
To the music in their ears
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . La, da, da, la, da, da

On the outside looking in
Fresh faces at the bar
Music playing in their hearts
Love songs on guitar
The song repeats itself
You can hear the sweet refrain
The faces change, the years roll on
But the song is still the same
It goes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . La, da, da, la, da, da
Ah, the song is still the same . . . . La da


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