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 woulda come here if I'd only known That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone. I can't just sit 'n' 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
