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 thought I would 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