The Thunderbird Inn

People are starting to tear down their Christmas lights. It never got cold here, but they know that the season's died. I've been sleeping in a motel off 95. I don't really mind it much. The clerk at the desk is nice. Well he pours me a coffee and asks me if it's been a long night. I found a bar that's just outside the township line. I go there most every night. I drank my last paycheck dry And outside, a homeless man asks me for change and I, I look him straight in his eyes. He starts to apologize. Tells me god's got a plan for me and that it'll be alright. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. The owner's been giving me a break on my rent this week. He says that I'm good for it. I joke how I'm probably But I came up short again and nobody's laughing. So I'll sneak out at 2 am. I can't do it honestly. Well I know I'm a coward and I feel a bad night coming. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. I didn't know that I looked that pathetic. I didn't know. So, pour me another drink for a daughter I'll never meet, A wife who don't love me, And this cold cup of coffee. So pour me another drink and I'll count my blessings. I've got a half tank of gas left and this bottle ain't empty.