MOTEL MONOLOGUE

Met her on the side of the road at a fireworks stand
It was a really hot day in Alabama
i got out of my car walked around the back of that fireworks stand
i saw her sittin’ there
i think she’d just fallen down in the dirt
She had her head thrown back laughin’
Just soft and white like a creamy birthday cake before the knife

At first i thought she’s a yankee girl
i think she’s just tryin’ to hide her accent, really
Then we walked back to her car…and drove to her motel room
We just laughin’ sittin on the bed drinkin’ that whiskey
She had this great laugh
Said she’s on her way up to New York
She didn’t say why but i could tell she was runnin’

And you know, you know how things go
Talkin’, laughin’, little bit of whiskey
Talkin’, laughin’…
i remember the light was comin’ in through the window
And it kind of danced across her skin
That’s all i needed to believe in God again

Well, when i woke up…she was gone
Saw my handkerchief sittin’ up there on the lamp
She washed it out and hung it up there to dry
So i just stood by the window and looked out…to the empty space
of everywhere she could have gone