Words and Music by Michael Reynolds A stark naked light bulb in a room with no view The coffee tastes bitter, this whiskey tastes new I lied when I told you my dreams all came true And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside And living in cheap motel rooms Another big city, one more face with no name And its miles to the edge of the bed where I laid The cracks in the ceiling spell out all my shame And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside And living in cheap motel rooms Oh I sit here and count every mile that Ive crossed And every mistake that Ive made While the flowers fade off the wall But how do I start to stop a wheel thats on fire When I cant even tell from the words of a liar Im trying to come down but I keep getting higher And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside And living in cheap motel rooms And its a hell of a ride, leaves me empty inside And living in cheap motel rooms