It's a long strecth of highway
At midnight in New Mexico
It's a small colored light
That shines from your car radio
It's a young hotel owner
Who sleeps on a cot
And gives you the very last hit from her pot
It's a lonely feeling, it's what you've got
It's a lonely feeling, like it or not
It's the crack in the sidewalk
Right next to a pay telephone
It's someone's recording
When you're hoping someone is home
It's an hour to kill
To do what you please
But nobody's up for shooting the breeze
It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease
It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leave
It's three men from Chili
Who are tired and want to go home
They've run out of money
And they're stuck up in east Oregon
So you give them the small bit of change in your hand
You try to speak Spanish but they don't understand
It's a lonely feeling, it gets to a man
It's a lonely feeling, that runs through the land
It's your best friend from highschool
Who see's you and wishes you well
You try to breakthrough
But you run out of stories tell
So you bid him goodbye and you step into s***e
There are so many questions that you cannot face
It's a lonely feeling, taking his place
It's a lonely feeling, you can't erase
It's statue of Jesus your grandmother had when she died
All cracked and all yellow
And you know you should throw it aside
You've grown religious, the older you get
You haven't been saved
But it could happen yet
It's a lonely feeling, full of regret
It's a lonely feeling, won't let you forget
It's a bus stop, a street cop, a old dog, a new kid, a bone
It's fried and rejected
Neglected, and blind after dawn
But you're looking in the mirror
And you're still hanging here
To remind you how lucky you've been
It's a lonely feeling, now and again
It's only a feeling that comes now and then...
At midnight in New Mexico
It's a small colored light
That shines from your car radio
It's a young hotel owner
Who sleeps on a cot
And gives you the very last hit from her pot
It's a lonely feeling, it's what you've got
It's a lonely feeling, like it or not
It's the crack in the sidewalk
Right next to a pay telephone
It's someone's recording
When you're hoping someone is home
It's an hour to kill
To do what you please
But nobody's up for shooting the breeze
It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease
It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leave
It's three men from Chili
Who are tired and want to go home
They've run out of money
And they're stuck up in east Oregon
So you give them the small bit of change in your hand
You try to speak Spanish but they don't understand
It's a lonely feeling, it gets to a man
It's a lonely feeling, that runs through the land
It's your best friend from highschool
Who see's you and wishes you well
You try to breakthrough
But you run out of stories tell
So you bid him goodbye and you step into s***e
There are so many questions that you cannot face
It's a lonely feeling, taking his place
It's a lonely feeling, you can't erase
It's statue of Jesus your grandmother had when she died
All cracked and all yellow
And you know you should throw it aside
You've grown religious, the older you get
You haven't been saved
But it could happen yet
It's a lonely feeling, full of regret
It's a lonely feeling, won't let you forget
It's a bus stop, a street cop, a old dog, a new kid, a bone
It's fried and rejected
Neglected, and blind after dawn
But you're looking in the mirror
And you're still hanging here
To remind you how lucky you've been
It's a lonely feeling, now and again
It's only a feeling that comes now and then...