A one man celebration ain´t what I had in mind
As I sit here sippin´ on a glass of wine
There´s a working telephone beside my bed
The way the calls are coming in, you´d think the line was dead

Oh, there´s no place like home
And it´s lonesome in this little hotel room

The plaster on the ceiling just about to fall
There´s a picture hanging crooked on the wall
The music on the radio plays on
For a moment there, I thought they were playing our song

Oh, there´s no place like home
And it´s lonesome in this little hotel room

From the window I can see a falling star
I wonder if you see it where you are
And wouldn´t it be something if it´s true
That you would make the same wish that I do

Oh, there´s no place like home
And it´s lonesome in this little hotel room