Sitting in the lobby of a city hotel
Drinking like fishes on the river to hell
Devil's in my mouth telling primitive jokes
While the angel's out looking for a packet of smokes
You look into my eyes and you don't look away the way you should
I would, I would if I could, oh believe me I would
But I gotta go home, I want a home to go to
So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
So it's best I don't say I wanna tear off your clothes
And tear off my own and let you know me
Instead I nod my head I watch your mouth I smile
You seem to see the woman that I hoped to be
I wanna go home, I gotta go home
Help me get home, I need a home to go to
So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
Holy winds blew in when I met you
And all my inner bells began to ring
What I would not give to just pretend
This would not ruin everything
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one