Motel
The Connells Lyrics


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There isn't room in the Inn
The keeper wouldn't be my friend
I could tell in his eye
He'd never change his mind

So, I'm left to walk in the cold
The light of day is growing old
But who's to blame
Neither rain nor shine

That's why this is the best of me
Giving up...
This is the rest of me
And I've had quite enough
This is the best of me
Giving up...
You've seen enough of me
To know that it's tough

That is me in a scene
Father, he is tall ans so serene
I said I'd believe
I declare a proven sigh

Then I'm alone facing the snow
The rain falls hard and is blowing cold
I said I'd believe
When hell had frozen over

That's why this is the best of me
Giving up...
This is the rest of me
And I've had quite enough
This is the best of me
Giving up...
You've seen enough of me
To know that it's tough

But who's to believe
That what I've seen really isn't true

There isn't room in the Inn
The keeper wouldn't be my friend
I could tell in his eye
He'd never change his mind

That's why this is the best of me
Giving up...
This is the rest of me
And I've had quite enough
This is the best of me
Giving up...




You've seen enough of me
To know that it's tough

Overall Meaning

The Connell’s song “Motel” is a poignant song which reflects the theme of hopelessness and despair. It tells a story of a person who is left out in the cold with nowhere to go, exemplified by the line “there isn't room in the Inn, the keeper wouldn't be my friend”. The singer has been rejected and has nowhere to turn, which is a common human experience. The rain and snow are metaphorical of the internal struggles the person is facing, amplifying the already sombre tone.


The song seems to be echoing the biblical story of Mary and Joseph during Christmas time where they were unable to find accommodation in the inn and Mary gives birth to Jesus in a manger. The “I could tell in his eye, he'd never change his mind” could be referencing the inn-keeper’s sternness with Mary and Joseph, and the imagery of the snow and rain reflects the bleakness of that winter when Christ was born.


The lyrics, “That's why this is the best of me, giving up… This is the rest of me and I've had quite enough” could mean that the singer has been beaten down by life and has reached their lowest point, hence the metaphorical language used. It is the person’s way of giving up and resigning themselves to the hand that life has dealt them.


Line by Line Meaning

There isn't room in the Inn
I am rejected and not wanted in this place.


The keeper wouldn't be my friend
The person in charge won't help me out.


I could tell in his eye
It was clear from his expression.


He'd never change his mind
He was resolute in his decision.


So, I'm left to walk in the cold
I am stranded and exposed to the elements.


The light of day is growing old
The sun is setting and time is running out.


But who's to blame
It's not clear who is responsible for this situation.


Neither rain nor shine
Regardless of any circumstance.


That's why this is the best of me
This is the most I am able to give.


Giving up...
Accepting defeat and surrendering.


This is the rest of me
This is all that is left of who I am.


And I've had quite enough
I can't take any more.


You've seen enough of me
You know what I am capable of.


To know that it's tough
To understand that this is difficult.


That is me in a scene
This is who I am in this situation.


Father, he is tall and so serene
My dad is imposing and calm in this imagery.


I said I'd believe
I made a promise to myself.


I declare a proven sigh
I express a sigh of resignation or acceptance.


Then I'm alone facing the snow
I am isolated and confronting a challenge.


The rain falls hard and is blowing cold
The weather conditions are difficult and harsh.


When hell had frozen over
When the impossible happened.


But who's to believe
It's hard for others to accept what I have experienced.


That what I've seen really isn't true
That what I have witnessed is hard to believe as reality.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: GEORGE HUNTLEY

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on In my Head

I always thought this was being sung to an aborted baby.

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