I was steering my car through a fog in the dark
When my lights began to flutter and wane
So I veered from the road and caught a glimmer of hope
From a sign that read the Texas Motel
Welcome home
So where were you when we wanted to go?
You always ride alone
Not much the same
Look around, there's nothing from before
Just read the writing on the wall...
"Here lies the Texas Motel"
I'm waltzing with ghosts who became American-owned
In the year nineteen-thirty-and-three
This once was the space where the seeker of a new place
Could join in the reveller's haze
Welcome home
So where were you when we wanted to go?
You always ride alone
Not much the same
Look around, there's nothing from before
Just read the writing on the wall...
"Here lies the Texas Motel"
The key to the room, to the time, and to the few
Will remain at the Texas Motel
Welcome home
So where were you when we wanted to go?
You always ride alone
Not much the same
Look around, there's nothing from before
Just read the writing on the wall...