Hot motel   Stuffy inside   I know well   These eleven walls   Hot black tar   I tan my legs   Rest my heart   And dream of the city      Magazine   And diet Coke   I'm not a joke   This is me   Damaged leg   Heavy cart   Plastic cups   Linen mart      Rock garden   Where I used to play   People stare   Part of their day   Coffee break   Lunch at noon   Pumpernickel steak   Green and orange room      Done my list   I make my way   To help my mother   End her day   Fresh cut grass   Parking lot   We roll on out   We got a lot      We're on our way   Roll the windows down   And scream out loud   Oh we're tired now      Take it home   Stop on the way   To the bakery   For some fruit and cake   And home I lay   After a shower clean   I hit my head   And I dream