Room 421 in an airport hotel I know I should be sleepin' But its too soon to tell If I fly out tomorrow If I see her tomorrow, I hope that I will No place like alone no sound like my own voice Fading in to Just quiet summer night But I'm doin' alright I'll make a phone call or two Could I get some converstaion please Just send someone to see About a few things I need (Do you think you could) Bring me my girlfriend And a bottle of wine Bring me a future just make sure its 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 doin' ok I got cigarettes to kiss Could I get some converstaion please I'm down on my knees I'm only here for tonight Its the story of my life Cuz I'm hittin' the wall And I wish I could call you And ask for an hour, an hour, an hour (Do you think you could) Bring me my girlfriend And a bottle of wine Bring me a future just make sure its mine Will you open the window but leave out the cold Could you make a phone call to Jesus to clean up my soul Its 4 in the morning Couldn't dream myself to sleep Still trying to find the reasons that are keepin' you from me As I'm starin' out the window I can't burn you from my mind Cuz I'm hittin' the wall I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore Bring me my girlfriend And a bottle of wine Bring me a future just make sure its 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 its mine Will you open the window but leave out the cold Could you make a phone call to Jesus to clean up my soul Just bring me my girlfriend Just bring me a smile To room 421 In a Cleveland hotel I know I should be sleepin' But its too soon to tell If I fly out tomorrow If I see her tomorrow, I hope that I will