Room 421   In an airport hotel   I know I should be sleeping   But it's too soon to tell   If I'll fly out tomorrow   If I'll see her tomorrow   I hope that I will      There's no place like alone   There's no sound like my own voice fading into   This quiet summer night   But I'm doing alright   I'll make a phone call or two      Could I get some conversation please   Just send someone to see   About a few things I need      Do you think you could   Bring me my girlfriend   And a bottle of wine   Bring me her future   Just make sure it's mine   Will you open the window   But leave out the cold   Could you make a phone call to Jesus   To clean up my soul.      Miles from my own bed   Further from content   I guess I should get used to this   Still rain on the runway   But I'm doing okay   I've got cigarettes to kiss      Could I get some conversation please   I'm down on my knees   I'm only here for tonight   The story of my life   Cause I'm hitting the wall   And I thought I would call you   To ask for an hour      It’s 4 in the morning   Couldn’t drink myself to sleep   I’m still trying to find the reasons, that are keeping you from me      As I’m staring out the window   And I can’t burn you from my mind   Cause I’m hitting the wall   I can’t take this anymore, I won’t do this anymore      Room 421   A Cleveland hotel   I know I should be sleeping   But it's too soon to tell   If I'll fly out tomorrow   If I'll see her tomorrow, I hope that I will