Songtext

I am sitting and I’m waiting here
in another hotel room
thinkin of where i spent last night
and where I’ll be in the afternoon

and my shirt still smells like smoke
from some east germany bar
i wonder what i’m doing here and
if i should be at home

and if i shouldn’t be at home
shouldn’t i be at home


And the meter just keeps adding miles
as I’m driving down A45
take the exit to some ghost town right
before the dead end signs

not a record on the wall, at least i’ve grown,
through 500 nights out on these roads
but thoughts are going round in circles
shouldn’t i be at home?

and if i shouldn’t be at home
shouldn’t i be at home

shouldn’t i stay at home
but who would i be without being gone?
who would this be sitting in our home?
shouldn’t i, shouldn’t i, shouldn’t i…

it’s like the meter is rolling his eyes
an empty promise of this years last drive
just two more exits and a couple stairs and i arrive