Boredom - 2003 Remaster

Boredom, hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
 Overnight in a small town
 Boredom, my mind's countin' time
 Trucks go rollin' by
 Pass the pumps and highway sign
 Never was a place that felt less like home
 Never would've come here if I'd only known
 That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone
 I can't just sit and watch my telephone
 'Cause no one knows my number and it can't be found
 And there's no good people just kickin' around
 So here we are together, machines and me
 I feel about as local as a fish in a tree
 And it's boredom, my mind's countin' time
 Trucks go rollin' by
 Pass the pumps and highway sign
 And in this town all the other sounds have ceased
 And the late, late show died long ago
 With a few words from a priest
 Boredom, hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
 Overnight in a small town