From the recording Surviving The Dream
A hymn to those dingy roadside lodges where the roaches are smaller than the staff, but not by much. Thanks to my friend John Norwood for letting me co-write this with him.
Lyrics
Lyrics
I’m somewhere between you and Siler City
Headlights on the highway wearing thin
The stars are shining but only out of pity
As I pull into the Carolina Motor Inn
Pile of mini-bottles in the parking lot
A few old men without too much to say
The lady at the front desk kinda looks like Steven Tyler
Especially when she says walk this way
But I’ll see you in the morning
If I don’t get lost again or killed
I just wanted you to know
There is someone who loves you
In the sketchiest motel in Fayetteville
Room number twelve on a plastic keychain
It smells like smoke and day-old coffee and chlorine
Out of loneliness and fear; honey I sure wish you were here
There’s police tape around the ice-machine
(Chorus)
The walls are paper thin here
I think the sheets are paper too
But there was a notepad and a pen here
So I picked ‘em up and I wrote this song for you
But I’ll see you in the morning
If I don’t get lost again or killed
(Chorus)