(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)



Ten dollars for the room

Torn blankets smell like old perfume

Then love checks in, trips a wire,

Skips the bill, sets a fire

And leaves the wreck that's left behind

With one desire, one desire



Don't worry 'bout the key

Lock's busted, and the chain is free

Light comes up, the sun goes down

A rented room, a borrowed town

That burns the memories to the ground

With one more round, one more round

One more round



Ten miles 'til the dawn

A sign lights up and it pulls you on

So strip the bed, slash the tire

A broken home, a hotel fire

You ask yourself again, am I

Your one desire, one desire