Lost Motel

A picture on the wall, like a postcard with a better view of All the things still absent from room 209 Diana sips from an empty glass of hope she poured last night The clouds above reflect the shape of all she's got to leave behind We always think there's something better in the place where we are not The dreams, the reality of it all, nobody's happy where they're at and we All want to be somebody else Another scribbled stationary book of lies Another staged confession that just goes unheard Harry Detroit in 304 made one last promise now "I'm going out without a trace, a vanishing act before your eyes" Nobody wants what they have got and what they've got is not enough The dreams, the reality of it all, a lighter shade, a greener grass Maybe if I believe it so then I'll be home Here I go uncertain that what I find is what I want, the best for me is everything I reach for the same as what I'm running from I guess I'll never, guess I'll never know Is it the struggle that we live for, is it keeping us alive To breathe, to want, know, love Just one more day, just one more way So here I go, I'm half the way home, half the way home, half the way home