Neon Motel

Room eleven, the ice machine hums. A neon sign where the vacancy comes. The curtains sway in a stranger's breeze. I sleep in states I've never seen. Neon motel burnin' slow. A one-night room I'll never know. The pillow smells like cigarettes. In every stay, I have no regrets. The TV flickers, the static sings. A phone that never rings and rings. Tomorrow's just another door. Another town, Another floor. But hey now, Don't you fret tonight. There's a jukebox glowing, Warm and bright. So kick your shoes off, Pour the wine. Tomorrow's troubles, They can wait in line. Neon motel burnin' slow. A one-night room I'll never know. The pillow smells like cigarettes. And every stay, I have no regrets.