Room 421
An airport hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But it's too soon to tell
If I'll fly out tomorrow
If I'll see her tomorrow
I hope that I will

No place like alone
And no sound like my own voice
Fading into
The quiet December night
But I'm doing all right
I'll make a phone call or two

Could I get some room service please?
Send the maid in to see
If I'm still alive
At a quarter 'till five
If I'm still right here
Debating a year
Serenading the mirror

Do you think you could
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold
Could you make a phone call to Jesus to clean up my soul

Miles from my own bed
Further from content
I guess I should get used to this
Still rain on the runway
But I'm doing okay
I've got cigarettes to kiss

Could I get some room service please?
I'm down on my knees
I'm only here for tonight
'Cause they fucked up my flight
Serenading the wall
And I thought I would call you
To ask for it all
For it all
For it all

Remember to
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul

Dial seven for a savior
Soul keeping please
Could you put me through to Jesus
I'll pay your long distance fees
He said, "Hello and God bless you
There's a bible in the drawer"
"That s wonderful Sir, but I don't read it anymore
I don't read it any more"

Just
Just
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
to clean up my soul

Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
to clean up my soul
Soul

Could you bring me a smile
Bring me a smile
Could you put me through to Jesus

Room 421
Of a Cleveland hotel