Desert Motel Mind

Cheap room

Buzzing neon sign

Ashtray overflowing

With somebody else’s time

You said you’d be down the highway

Back before the ice could melt

Now the clock just stares right through me

Like a dealer with a crooked belt

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Empty beds and crooked blinds

Every door says “vacancy”

But you ain’t checkin’ in with me

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Faded letters on a rusted sign

You drove off and left me here

Renting rooms to my own fear

Ice machine coughing

Middle of the night

TV selling miracles

Static in the light

Your lipstick on the pillow

Your name in the dust I write

Then I wipe it with my shoulder

Like I’m hiding my own lie

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Empty beds and crooked blinds

Every door says “vacancy”

But you ain’t checkin’ in with me

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Faded letters on a rusted sign

You drove off and left me here

Renting rooms to my own fear

Maybe you were never real

Just a ghost I let reside

Paying cash in broken promises

Then disappearing with the tide (oh yeah)

So I twist another bottle cap

Talk circles with the ceiling fan

Ask the mirror by the bathroom sink

“Tell me

Who’s the running man?”

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Empty beds and crooked blinds

Every door says “vacancy”

But you ain’t checkin’ in with me

I’ve got a desert motel mind

Faded letters on a rusted sign

If you ever lose your way

You can find me where you stayed

Room key on the table

Door chained from inside

Curtains barely breathing

While the sunrise drives by