Hotel Room

Lightin’ up in the hotel room
Just before you go to sleep
Got to be gone tomorrow
Or you’re charged for another week
So I ask where you’re headed to
Out of state or down the street
Do you need a change of atmosphere
Or are you running from your own feet?

But you never spoke
No, you never spoke, at all

I can understand frustration
I can sympathize with your needs
I could tell you about all the times
I’ve yearned to be released
But I know that my stories
Don’t heal wounds that run so deep
What else could I offer
From a phone booth on Seventh Street

But you never spoke
No, you never spoke, at all

Somewhere out there
There’s an answer to your questions
Somewhere out there
There’s a girl about to fall
Needs an answer to recall
What she’s doing here at all, at all

Shootin’ up in the hotel room
Just before you fall asleep
Got to keep it in your veins now
Or withdrawal will leave you weak
I know where you found it from
Out of state or down the street
Do you need a change of atmosphere
Or are you running from your own feet?