22 HOURS (II)

22 HOURS (II)

VERSE
Pack of Winstons, the ashtray’s near full.
I knock off a long ash and watch the smoke swirl.
Then I trace the flowers on the curtains again,
And realize all this is wearing too thin.
Three months on the road, and I’m in Molene,
Out chasing a songwriter’s elusive dream.
Time’s draggin’ on, til it’s time for a shower,
And I’ve started hatin’ the days then the hours.

CHORUS
22 hours – left to go, til I’m on stage and end up wantin’ more.
22 hours – til the next show, for two turns of the clock’s hand I give up my soul.
22 hours – thinking of home, you waiting for me, I guess we’re both alone 22 hours.

VERSE
I don’t mind it here at the no tell motel.
Sheets are clean, cash pays the bill.
The couple next door reminds me of us
And those early years in that VW bus.
The red neon light from the tattoo all-nighter,
Makes this dull room uncomfortably brighter.

CHORUS
22 hours – left to go, til I’m on stage and end up wantin’ more.
22 hours – til the next show, for two turns of the clock’s hand I give up my soul.
22 hours – thinking of home, you waiting for me, I guess we’re both alone 22 hours.

BRIDGE
You don’t leave or ask me to give it up,
But we both know you’re better at love.

CHORUS
22 hours – left to go, til I’m on stage and end up wantin’ more.
22 hours – thinking of home, you waiting for me, I guess we’re both alone – 22 hours.
22 hours.

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