MOTEL ROOM BED
By Chris Crockett

MOTEL ROOM BED
Words and Music by Chris Crockett

Some things will be forgotten
Some things will be unsaid
The ring is off her finger
And I'm in some by the month motel room bed

I've cried my share of teardrops
My pride was left for dead
Regret for just a shadow
And I'm in some by the month motel room bed

I could have stayed and tried to make
some sense of it
but what's the use of arguing
when her heart says quit

I packed my sad belongings
I hung my weary head
I walked so slow she could have stopped me
Now I'm in some by the month motel room bed

the stream that was a trickle
wore the stone away
and she's never been much for listening
when there's nothing left to say

Some things will be forgotten
Some things will be unsaid
The ring is off her finger
And I'm in some by the month motel room bed

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