It turns out that hell is a little hotel
Where you realize you're part of that hard clientele
Where you don't come across a girl like you'd lost
Watch reruns of M.A.S.H. while you rehash your thoughts
I wish the silence would run out of lonely
That God would let my prayers get through
And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night
But it don't, He won't and you do
Mini bar alcohol, it's too late to call
Just wait on the sunrise and three Tylenol
For the big wheels to turn, the diesel to burn
Seven missed calls 'cause my mama's concerned
I wish the silence would run out of lonely
That God would let my prayers get through
And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night
But it don't, He won't and you do
I wish the bourbon would blur out the heartache
That the devil would cut a boy loose
And you wouldn't dance through my mind every night
But it don't, he won't and you do
Yeah, you do
Oh, you do
I wish that ten thousand sorries would cut it
That your guy'd break your heart in two
That you didn't seem so happy without me
But it don't, and he won't and you do
It don't, he won't and you do
