When I woke up this morning
I was all alone
Stretched out in bed
Two hundred miles from homeIn some old motel
I don't know
What's to become of me
I know the check out time is threeI didn't mean to hurt him
He has so much pride
I never dreamed
I have to run and hideTo this lonely route
I just hope
He doesn't follow me
I know the check out time is threeThere's just no use
Why try to make an excuse?
I must pray blues because to be his wife
Well, that would be just giving up on lifeI've got to go on living
I just can exist
I wanna taste all of the feelings
I've missed for example, loveTill the day
Love catches up with me
As always
Check out dot at three
Songwriters
DAVID, HAL / BACHARACH, BURTPublished by
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