Staring at the ceiling,
trying not to feel so lonely.
Wanting the time back, as the time passes so slowly.
There's a fine line between love and hate.
I cannot tell which is which.
Confusion reigns supreme.
You know love is still a bitch.
I'm tired of holding the dice, waiting on that lucky roll.
Can't someone tell me how it works?
You know that's all I want to know.
As the neon flashes through my window, outside my room,
flashing between the pink and the pale white of the moon,
I'm counting the minutes, fearing and fighting another day's sun.
Just trying to learn some lessons here at the Hotel at Highway One.
Somewhere along the line, I lost sight of what living's about.
Been so afraid of losing, I filled myself with doubt.
Working in too many rodeos, where the rules were not my call.
Finding out much too late, there weren't any rules at all.
Now, I'm trying to steal me some time, while cheating circumstance.
And tomorrow's almost here, so I've got to take the chance.
I've been running every light I saw on Easy Street.
What a shock to realize I wasn't in the driver's seat.
Still counting the minutes, fearing and fighting another day's sun.
Still trying to learn some lessons here at the Hotel at Highway One.
Finally my answers come, it's time to get over all those sins.
Here at the Hotel at Highway One,
I've learned to live again.
Sometimes we spend too much time, regretting and denying.
You don't appreciate laughter, until you know about the crying.
Now, I welcome the new light, as I welcome today's sun,
and I'm laughing at myself, here at the Hotel at Highway One.

-Caroline Aiken and R. Hayes, "Hotel At Highway One"