Girlfriend

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 thought I would 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