(Mary Gauthier/Keri Powers)



He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured

In his T-shirt ana his underwear he's barely said a word

She pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette

Picks up the phone and call her kids from the motel kitchenette



There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall

Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol

They met in a chat room then they took it here

They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear



Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels

Come looking for the grace from which they fell

They hold on to each other in the darkness

The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel



He met her at the pool hall the guys told him she was touched

Now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Christ and such

He's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night

He's wishing he had blown this dump before the morning light



Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels Come

looking for the grace from which they fell

They hold on to each other in the darkness

The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel



Lancelot and Guenivere bang their bedpost in my ear

Neon lights the castle walls bug lights in the entry halls

I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind

Me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins



There's a couple counting money in room 124

They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing 1's down on the floor

They're strung out and nervous, they jump at every little sound

He keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down



Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels

Come looking for the grace

from which they fell

They hold on to each other

in the darkness

The morning light is hell