Boredom

Boredom

Hangin' by myself, in a bleak motel

Overnight in a small town

Boredom

My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by

Past the pumps and highway sign

Never was a place that felt less like home

Never would a come here if I'd only known

That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone

I can't just sit '' watch my telephone

Cause no one knows my number and it can't be found

And 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 this

Boredom

My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by

Past the pumps and highway sign

And in this town all the other sounds have ceased

And the Late Late Show died long ago

With a few words from a priest

Boredom

Hangin' by myself in a bleak motel

Overnight in a small town