I work at the Super 8
Down there by the interstate
I do the things nobody wants to do
It keeps dinner on my plate
I keep my mouth shut I'm never late
To knock on doors and clean up people's rooms

I can't stand this time of year
It's cold and everybody here
Is wishing they weren't stuck in this motel
But holidays aren't much at home
I'd quit living there alone
Before you could ring a silver Christmas bell

My mama and my brother used to laugh at me
'Cause I like the presents best when they're still underneath the tree
And I can still dream about what each one might be
Ain't that just like me

Billy works security
Sometimes he will talk to me
When I get in he's almost going home
We went to the same grade school
He was older, I thought he was cool
He disappeared and dropped out years ago

If Billy'd take me out there on that highway
We could leave this loneliness behind
But I guess I'm just not that bold
A little scared, a little old
Blessed be the broken yellow line

My mama and my brother used to laugh at me
'Cause I like the presents best when they're still underneath the tree
And I can still dream about what each one might be

I work at the Super 8
Down there by the interstate
I do the things nobody wants to do