Lyrics:

Room on the third floor, not what we asked for
I'm not tired enough to sleep
One bed is broken, next room is smoking
Air conditioning's stuck on heat

And outside it's raining
And the guest upstairs is complainin'
About the room that's got their TV too loud
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground, yeah

Wake up early, 'round seven thirty
House keepings knocking on my door
Do not disturb sign, the back of her mind
I must have left it on the floor, yeah

My eyes are hurting 'cause the cheap nylon curtains
Let the sunlight creep in through from the clouds
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
No, no
I guess the times like these remind me
Times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
Times like these remind me
I guess the times like these remind me
That I've got to keep my feet on the ground