Juneau, Alaska's Buddy Tabor wrote this:

Motel Lonely

This motel's lonely, the walls are thin
Love's in the next room, here it can't get in
It pounds on the walls and the window panes
The stars are shining but you hope it will rain

Now the angels sit on the ceiling fan blades
Listening to the promises being broken and made
Watch young lovers consummate their vows
While in the very next room, they hear the lonely howl

And the stains on the sheets are of promises kept
And the stains on the pillow are of tears that are wept
And we all rub shoulders at the checkout desk
In this motel of love and rundown regrets

It's all about the numbers and the luck of the draw
They assign you a room at the end of the hall
You turn the key and you open the door
Your heart starts breaking, 'cause you were hoping for more

And in the morning the maid comes to clean your room
She brings her vacuum, her mops and her broom
She cleans up heaven and she cleans up hell
But your story is safe here, she never will tell

And the stains on the sheets are of promises kept
And the stains on the pillow are of tears that are wept
And we all rub shoulders at the checkout desk
In this motel of love and rundown regrets