Spider Pardy

Sleep days
Work nights
No life
Just lights
Big smiles
Last rites
Something to get me through
Tonight

This room is too narrow, this room is too wide
This room looks and feels like it has something to hide
This room is too hot, this room is too cold
This room is so young it makes me feel old

This room has a history, this room has no name
This room and the others, they all look the same
This room is a home, even though not your own
With a TV and phone you know you’re never alone