Motor City

Look out on terminal three I know it feels like the flying got the best of me Now I'm gonna be grounded, gate sixteen on a flight to home Wish I was a couple minutes from home Got bedded in Motel 6 and I'm gonna be Trying to get my evening fixed like a honey bee Black [?] above my sink and I'm thinking of home But I'm gonna be a little bit gone I could drive down [?] Pass by Alamo I've been held in Motor City Winds are blowing through One more night in Motor City Miles away from you On stand-by like a hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting to move Storm at the airplane [?] hot up On a black, cracked, tarmac floor Now I know there'll be panic in your mind But my eyes are sore, I don't wanna be stuck here no more And I'm tired like I can't see straight Gonna throw a stone inches from prairie state Just [?] drifiting out of time and it's getting late Can you call 'em, girl, just tell 'em my fate? I could drive down [?] Pass by Alamo I've been held in Motor City Winds are blowing through One more night in Motor City Miles away from you On stand-by like a hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting to move A hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting A hurricane waiting to move