It’s gettin old, I’ve done this all beforeHotel to Motel, Motel means all aloneI sense a reassurance, it’s happening againSo let’s do it one more time before we go to hellGrab the keys, start the carTake me home, to where my records areHit the gas, take the open roadI’m turning on the stereo first thing when I get homeTime’s movin on, I haven’t slept for daysIt’s eating me up inside, inside I’ve slipped awayI know it’s getting closer, I feel ’em almost thereStill one more time can’t hurt me, but I won’t shed a tearGrab the keys, start the carTake me home, to where my records areHit the gas, take the open roadI’m turning on the stereo first thing when I get homeThe time has come, been waitin for so longIt’s written on my face, my face is turned to stoneNot askin for your sympathy, I just want out of hereSo scratch the day off the month, and say the coast is clearGrab the keys, start the carTake me home, to where my records areHit the gas, take the open roadI’m turning on the stereo first thing when I get homeGrab the keys, start the carTake me home, to where my records areHit the gas, take the open roadI’ve had enough, now take me home