106 South

Our trip had ended,

I didn't know what I had to do.

Who really cares at all?

We gotta get away somehow.

We settled on a place where the open road had closed

and we tried too many times before.

And I spent the night alone

with three things on my mind

Money, bills and girls (money pills and girls)

(money, thrills and girls)



(I've been) Looking through the pages of some magazine

that I've read a thousand times.

The food all starts to taste the same

and it's 6:09AM.

And there's nothing on TV

and I'm fucked just look at me.



Watching the Simpsons,

afraid to call you.

I know I fucked up,

I know I owe you

seven hundred.

Please don't hate me,

I'll get a job

and I'll pay you back somehow.



One more night alone

and you can take it.

There'll be more tomorrow.

Same magazine and tasteless food,

same TV screen, same shitty mood.

And I feel like it can't get worse.