When I woke up this morning I was all alone Stretched out in bed Two hundred miles from home In some old motel I don't know What's to become of me I know the check out time is three I didn't mean to hurt him He has so much pride I never dreamed I have to run and hide To this lonely route I just hope He doesn't follow me I know the check out time is three There'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 life I've got to go on living I just can exist I wanna taste all of the feelings I've missed for example, love Till the day Love catches up with me As always Check out dot at three