MOTEL ROOM OFF THE HIGHWAY (Pratt)

There’s a sunrise coming through the window shade

Of this motel room off the highway

Coffee tastes bad and my head hurts

But I could think of other things that’d be worse

Cause we made it across the line

And we’re never going back

To the place or the time

We’re leaving it all behind

I can’t spend twenty-five years

Working at the paper mill 

Like my mother has and she always will

I love her so but I can’t grow old

Stuck in that small town without any hope

And if even it’s a big mistake

We got to give it a try

And then maybe it’s the next town

That we finally get it right

And the sun is getting brighter

We’ll lay here a little while longer

Cause we made it across the line

And we’re never going back

There’s a sunrise 

Coming through the window shade

Of this motel room