Boredom
Hangin' by myself
In a bleak motel
Overnight in a small town.
Boredom
My mind's countin' time (tires?)
Trucks go rollin' by
Past the pumps and highway signs.
Never was a place that felt less like home
Never would've come here if I'd only known
That it's a one-track town and I'm all alone
I can't just sit and watch my telephone
'Cause no one knows my number and I can't be found
'N' there's no good people just kickin' around
So here we are together, machines and me
I feel about as local as a fish in a tree, and it's
Boredom
Hangin' by myself
In a bleak motel
Overnight in a small town...