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