Motel

Well, I can be content in a motel
Same old simple rooms I know so well
Same old simple rooms and simple rules
Motels are made for vagabonds and fools

And I, I got nothing to hide
Want to come with me on this never-ending highway ride?
And I, I got a coffee mug
And a field guide to North American bugs
I think I'm gonna read myself to sleep,
Slip into another dream so dark and deep

'Cause I can be content in a motel
The sound of the highway, it soothes me oh so well
I don't give a fuck about gymnasiums or pools
Motels are made for vagabonds and fools

And they, they got nothing on me
So I guess they'll just have to let me be
And they, they got corrupted minds
And I'm only as crooked as the highway winds
Yeah, I'm only as crooked as the highway winds
And about as plain-spoken as the highway signs

And I can be content in a motel
A private room is a private heaven or hell
It's a haven from this world of rumors and rules
Motels are made for vagabonds and fools

And you, you may be a lot like me
No one can tell you where to go or what to be
And you'd give up everything you ever owned just to be free
And you'd let the highway show you your destiny
I've seen you at the truck stops looking lost
But I've never heard you complain about the cost

Yeah, there are a lot of truck stops at which to look lost
But it takes a special kind to never complain about the cost

'Cause you can be content in a motel
Same old simple rooms you know so well
Same old simple rooms and simple rules
Motels are made for vagabonds and fools