Words and Music by Michael Reynolds



A stark naked light bulb in a room with no view

The coffee tastes bitter, this whiskey tastes new

I lied when I told you my dreams all came true

And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside

And living in cheap motel rooms





Another big city, one more face with no name

And its miles to the edge of the bed where I laid

The cracks in the ceiling spell out all my shame

And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside

And living in cheap motel rooms





Oh I sit here and count every mile that Ive crossed

And every mistake that Ive made

While the flowers fade off the wall

But how do I start to stop a wheel thats on fire

When I cant even tell from the words of a liar

Im trying to come down but I keep getting higher

And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside

And living in cheap motel rooms

And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside

And living in cheap motel rooms