Текст (слова) песни «Lost Motel»

A picture on the wall, like a postcard with a better view of
All the things still absent from room 209
Diana sips from an empty glass of hope she poured last night
The clouds above reflect the shape of all she's got to leave behind

We always think there's something better in the place where we are not
The dreams, the reality of it all, nobody's happy where they're at and we
All want to be somebody else

Another scribbled stationary book of lies
Another staged confession that just goes unheard
Harry Detroit in 304 made one last promise now
"I'm going out without a trace, a vanishing act before your eyes"

Nobody wants what they have got and what they've got is not enough
The dreams, the reality of it all, a lighter shade, a greener grass
Maybe if I believe it so then I'll be home

Here I go uncertain that what I find is what I want, the best for me is everything
I reach for the same as what I'm running from
I guess I'll never, guess I'll never know
Is it the struggle that we live for, is it keeping us alive
To breathe, to want, know, love
Just one more day, just one more way
So here I go, I'm half the way home, half the way home, half the way home