Lyrics:

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