Whip-poor-will

I got my window open in the southern cross hotel
 it's been my longest night I can tell
 by the way I'm not surprised
 to see the desert cover over paradise
 Now count every rhododrendon in this cool mount of light
 I've made more mistakes than that just tonight
 so all of you folks in heaven not too a busy ringing the bells
 some of us down here aren't doing very well
 some of us with our windows open in the southern cross hotel
 still waiting
 still waiting
 for you to sing that song again
 the one you were singing at the very fall of man
 it ain't hallelujah but it might as well have been
 sing it brother one more time
 sing it brother one more time
 sing it sister one more time
 sing it sister one more time
 once for everybody who got left behind
 whip-poor-will
 o whip-poor-will
 whip-poor-will