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
I know that my stories
Dont heal wounds that run so deep
But what else can 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?

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