Lyrics

TV's too loud in the room next door
Politician's selling a phony war
These paper-thin walls are driving you nuts
It's a slow, slow death by a thousand cuts

Pour a shot and put it to your lips
The poison spreads right through to your limbs
Lay back down and fly away
Was it for a second, or was it a day

So, where you gonna go
Mama always said you'd be alone
So, where you gonna go
Motel living is really low

Late-nite bar on the corner is cooking
Girl in there, she's so good looking
End of the month and you just got paid
Got money and drugs, just gotta get laid

Buy her a drink, maybe seven or eight
She looks at her watch, says "It's getting late"
Share a cab and she blows your mind
She's definitely not the marrying kind

So, where you gonna go
Mama always said you'd be alone
So, where you gonna go
Motel living is really low
Yeah...

TV's still on in the room next door
Above you some guy is jumping a whore
Close your eyes and you try to sleep
Call your wife tomorrow, amybe, finally, you'll speak

So, where you gonna go
Mama always said you'd be alone
So, where you gonna go
Motel living is really low

So, where you gonna go
Mama always said you'd be alone
So, where you gonna go
Motel living is really low
Really low...

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Lead Guitar - Ashton Gardner
Guitar & Vocals - Derek Gardner

Arranged, Produced & Engineered by Derek Gardner

Words & Music Copyright © Derek Gardner 2026. All Rights Reserved.