From the recording Stone Mountain Drive
A song about the questionable choices we make, which land us in dubious situations, and the redemption that is available to us, for free.
Lyrics
Five miles past,
last chance gas,
she waits alone inside a sad motel.
On the edge of the bed,
her hair done up just right,
one eye on the clock, one eye on the lock, and the door bolted tight.
Well the pushers hold court,
in the room next door,
and the johns and junkies have words out in the hall.
And she doesn't make the slightest sound,
barely breathes at all,
just waits alone, all night ling, on the chance that he will call.
You've got a sad motel I'll bet,
on the other side of town.
We've all checked in there before, you know,
and we've all felt that kind of down.
Well the phone rings twice,
then silence fills the night,
and she knows well the hand that she's been dealt.
There'll be no need for alibis,
tears fill up her eyes,
and she whispers "thank you Jesus, you just saved me from myself."
You've got a sad motel I'll bet,
on the other side of town,
where you may find rest for the weary soul,
and we've all felt that kind of down.