I drove myself into a motel parking lot
to try and find a way
to clear these gray and scattered thoughts
It seemed the motel clerk
could read inside my mind
he said, i've seen that look
so many times
He said, i've just the room for you
a room for worn out lives
and as he handed me the key
he said room two twenty five
Chorus:
and as i opened up the door
i could see the writin' on the wall
of broken dreams and broken lives
held inside room two twenty five
And as i read each and every story
of how they fell from grace and glory
still the strength to live their lives
was found in room two twenty five.
And their i read a story 'bout a single mom
who had no home
she and her child were hungry
and all alone
she tried so very hard to try and make ends meet
but a dead-end job and real hard times
put her in the street
but in the room drawer there
she found a child's note that said
don't you worry mommie, here's my water and bread
Chorus:
and as she opened up the door
she could read the writin' on the wall
of broken dreams and broken lives
held inside room two twenty five
And as she read each and every story
of how they fell from grace and glory
she found the strength to live her life
in room two twenty five.
And their i found my story 'bout a man who drank to much
he said the world about him just couldn't
stay in touch
and all the while he only fooled himself
never wanting to believe his own living hell
And in the room a broken whiskey botttle
with a candle burning bright
made him realize
he could still make things right
Chorus:
and as he opened up the door
he could see the writin' on the wall
of broken dreams and broken lives
held inside room two twenty five
And as he read each and every story
of how they fell from grace and glory
he found the will, to live his life
in room two twenty five.
hmmm..hmmmm....hmmmmm