Hot motel
Stuffy inside
I know well
These eleven walls
Hot black tar

I tan my legs
Rest my heart
And dream of the city

Magazine and diet coke
I´m not a joke
This is me
Damaged leg
Heavy cart
Plastic cups
Linen mart

Rock garden
Where I used to play
People stare
Part of their day
Coffee break
Lunch at noon

Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room

Done my list
I make my way
To help my mother
End her day
Fresh cut grass
Parking lot
We roll on out
We got a lot

We´re on our way
Roll the windows down
And scream out loud
We´re tired now

Take it home

Stop on the way
To the bakery
For some fruit and cake
Home I lay
After a shower clean
I hit my head
And I dream