Room 421
In an airport hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But it's too soon to tell
If I'll fly out tomorrow
If I'll see her tomorrow
I hope that I will
There's no place like alone
There's no sound like my own voice fading into
This quiet summer night
But I'm doing alright
I'll make a phone call or two
Could I get some conversation please
Just send someone to see
About a few things I need
Do you think you could
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me her future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul.
Miles from my own bed
Further from content
I guess I should get used to this
Still rain on the runway
But I'm doing okay
I've got cigarettes to kiss
Could I get some conversation please
I'm down on my knees
I'm only here for tonight
The story of my life
Cause I'm hitting the wall
And I wish I could call you
To ask for an hour
It's 4 in the morning
Couldn't drink myself to sleep
I'm still trying to find the reasons, that are keeping you from me
As I'm staring out the window
And I can't burn you from my mind
Cause I'm hitting the wall
I can't take this anymore, I won't do this anymore
Room 421
A Cleveland hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But it's too soon to tell
If I'll fly out tomorrow
If I'll see her tomorrow, I hope that I will