Room 421, 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

No place like alone and no sound like my own voice fading into
This quiet December night
But I'm doing alright
I'll make a phone call or two

Could I get some room service please?
Send the maid in to see
About a few things I need

'Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine?
Bring me a 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 room service please?' I'm down on my knees
I'm only here for tonight 'cause they ***ked up my flight
Serenading the wall
And I thought I would call you to ask for all, for all, for all

Remember to bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine
Bring me a 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?

Dial seven for a savior, 'Is this soul keeping please?'
Could you put me through to Jesus, I'll pay your long distance fees'
He said, 'Hello and God bless you, there's a Bible in the drawer'
'That's wonderful sir but I don't read it no more, I don't read it anymore'

Bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine
Bring me a 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?

Bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine
Bring me a 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, yeah?
Could you bring me my girlfriend, yeah
Bring me a smile

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