ten dollars for the roomnnold blankets smell like old perfumennthen love checks in, trips a wirennand skips the bill, sets a firennleaves a wreck that's left behindnnwith one desire, one desirennnndon't worry 'bout the keynnlock's busted, and the chain is freennlight comes up, the sun comes downnna rented room, a borrowed townnnthat burns up memories to the groundnnwith one more round, one more roundnnone more roundnnnnten miles 'til the dawnnna sign lights up and it pulls you onnnso strip the bed, slash the tirenna broken home, a hotel firennyou ask yourself again, am Innyour one desire, one desirennone desire, one desire...