I wrote this one on one of my many morning walks from my house to quite possibly the best little coffee shop on Earth, Cup of Joe in Cedar Falls, Iowa. On the way, I'd pass by the Black Hawk Hotel. Feeling rather sorry for myself one day, I glanced in the window on my way by and saw the truly down and out. I put myself in their position to write this. It really helped that my lifelong buddy Shawn Anfinson had a room there at the time, and I got the inside view of the halls and rooms. And I have been known to get a cold beer from the Cypress Lounge (the hotel bar) every now and again. Yes, the college girls made me feel old. And that was then! The Greyhound bus made its Cedar Falls stop there. There was the wooden Indian, Black Hawk I presume, at the front door. If those walls could talk. The hotel has been remodeled, and the down 'n' outers had to move on. But I do have the song as a record of the life it lived. One of my favorite lines from this one too, "Hope is a lot like water, you never miss till it's gone." John Baskerville (bass and bad-ass fretless solo), Philip Sterk (drums, harmonica), Rick Oltman (guitar), db (vocals, guitars).