A chair, a desk, a reading light
A pair of gray socks on the floor
An open suitcase by the door
So starts the quiet nomad night

A desk, a reading light, a chair,
A window into unknown space
A room where all is in its place
But still there’s something missing there

A reading light, a chair, a desk
My comforts in this alien scene
That give it mellow warmth and sheen
It’s all so quaint and picturesque