hotel bar

a tug of lonely in your heart

that little beast that keeps it ripped apart

will there be people in the bar?

i wonder

the end of night

i hum alone

the drivers turning up the dancey song

ah

how many heartaches in this car?

i wonder

all i can do is say

things will be fine

somedays we will be

and all i can do is say

things will be fine

somedays we will be

in the same town

the little cheetah on the plains

she climbs the shaky tree to spot her friends

but will they see me way up here?

i wonder

all i can do is say

things will be fine

somedays we will be

all i can do is say

things will be fine

somedays we will be

in the same town

i walked out to atlantic

long island diners

oh

and i won't bring the shadow of what i've been before

i will just dinner such more

if it's true we're all just one

who do we turn to when the day is done?

will there be people in the bar?

or should i sleep? oh