verse 1 The miles roll by and your back is wet and the shadows grow so long it seems a million miles, and a long, long while since you turned that motor on The three piece suit on the back seat racks gettin shiny from bein used Maybe tonight at the motor hotel, there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze A lady who won't sing the blues verse 2 Your eyeballs twitch and your back is stiff and your leg is in the land of dreams The order book has an empty look, you feel a little worn around the seams The padded dashboard radio, crackles the nowhere news Maybe tonight at the motor hotel there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze A lady who don't sing the blues verse 3 Everybody has ambition, everybody has a dream But everybody don't get to be kings and queens, at least that's the way it seems You get a sample case and an order book, and a smile for when you feel abused Maybe tonight at the motor hotel there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze A lady who don't sing the blues