A one man celebration ain't what I had in mind As I sit here sippin' on a glass of wine There's a working telephone beside my bed The way the calls are coming in, you'd think the line was dead
Oh, there's no place like home And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
The plaster on the ceiling just about to fall There's a picture hanging crooked on the wall The music on the radio plays on For a moment there, I thought they were playing our song
Oh, there's no place like home And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
From the window I can see a falling star I wonder if you see it where you are And wouldn't it be something if it's true That you would make the same wish that I do
Oh, there's no place like home And it's lonesome in this little hotel roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
