The Thunderbird Inn

People are starting to tear down their Christmas lights.

It never got cold here, but they know that the season's died.

I've been sleeping in a motel off 95.

I don't really mind it much.

The clerk at the desk is nice.

Well he pours me a coffee and asks me if it's been a long night.

I found a bar that's just outside the township line.

I go there most every night.

I drank my last paycheck dry

And outside, a homeless man asks me for change and I,

I look him straight in his eyes.

He starts to apologize.

Tells me god's got a plan for me and that it'll be alright.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

The owner's been giving me a break on my rent this week.

He says that I'm good for it. I joke how I'm probably

But I came up short again and nobody's laughing.

So I'll sneak out at 2 am.

I can't do it honestly.

Well I know I'm a coward and I feel a bad night coming.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

I didn't know that I looked that pathetic.

I didn't know.

So, pour me another drink for a daughter I'll never meet,

A wife who don't love me,

And this cold cup of coffee.

So pour me another drink and I'll count my blessings.

I've got a half tank of gas left and this bottle ain't empty