It turns out that hell is a little hotelWhere you realize you're part of that hard clienteleWhere you don't come across a girl like you'd lostWhile a tree runs a mash while you rehash your thoughtsI wish the silence would run out of lonelinessBut God would let my prayers get throughAnd you wouldn't dance through my mind every nightBut it don't, he won't, you doAnd if our eyes are closedAlcohol, it's too late to callJust wait on the sunrise and three TylenolFor the big wheels to turn, the diesel to burnSeven missed calls cause my mama's concernedI wish the silence would run out of lonelinessBut God would let my prayers get throughAnd you wouldn't dance through my mind every nightBut it don't, he won't, you doI wish the bourbon would blur out the heartacheThat the devil would cut a boy looseAnd you wouldn't dance through my mind every nightBut it don't, he won't, you doYeah, you doOh, you doI wish that ten thousand sorries would cut itI wish that ten thousand sorries would cut itBut your God break your heartAnd you wouldn't dance through my mind every nightBut it don't, he won't, you doThat you didn't seem so happy without meBut it don't, he won't, you doIt don't, he won't, you do