Old Motor Inn

Saw you with your doors wide open
Wrecking ball crashing in the parking lot
So many years gone like a mystery
I try to hold on to the things I'd
Forgotten all about

I went through a wall of old boxes
Trying to carve out my own space
You hit me like a crashing helicopter
Matchbook and receipt from that 1960s place

Hey they want that up on Ebay you oughta list it
You might get rich
But I'm looking for a clear way out
A clean departure without a hitch

There's one match left in this matchbook
I've been holding onto it since 1968
A big spooky building that once was a paradise
Now eagerly meets its final fate

I light the match it burns kind of slow
That annoying little blue burst and now it's gone
I just let go of what was holding me down
And now I know I was not wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bailey
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