Killing time has never been to hard for me   but this is the exception to the rule   this endless desert brings me pain   cause every mile looks the same   and i just wish that i could clear my mind   this hotel bed feels just enough like mine to make me miss it   but not enough to make me feel at home   the television thought it's dim is still to bright for sleeping   guess i'll give in and watch another show.      I know i haven't learned as much in my whole life    as i have learned in these six weeks of april   it's clear i can't have learned as much in my whole life    as i have learned these past six weeks of april.      I can barely stay awake these days   cause i hardly sleep at night   cloudy recollections of a rising texas sun    play over and over in my mind.      I hear santa barbara call me back    for another twenty-one gun salute   the king becomes more a home to me    each and every day   paitence though it's been my kindest friend   won't come eaisly   so i'll fall a sleep instead   seems the harder that we try    to get home the more we fail.