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