This is mostly wrong, and since we can't send in corrections anymore, I'll just hope one of the admins see this:
When I left you alone
To fight your battles of long winters
In hotels, what went through your mind?
How is it that you made it?
How is it that you noticed?
It wasn't me who was
Looking at you through
Foggy glass
Or windows, it was them
I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter
Drinking down my chances to ever return
(To anyone) To anyone
No I wasn't faking it
The hurt I felt was real and all that was holy
Just slowly disappeared but just appeared
In parking lots
And truck stops
The blinking lights (The blinking lights)
Now I'm sinking you
How the hell did I get here?
Does your husband know
I call you sweetheart?
Does he know that I call you ...?
It's not like you're cheating
We're only meeting in motels and not your home
(It's not like we're cheating
We're only meeting in hotels and not your home)
Would you change your last name to mine?
(Would you change your last name to mine?)
I think my kids would mind
I think my kids would mind
I was in the desert waving planes and burning phonebooks to a tune
That was famous the year I was born
Do not leave me dancing alone
(Do not leave me dancing alone, pick up the phone and call me lover)
Pick up the phone
Call me lover (Say, "Come and get me, I am home")
I am home
Please pick up the phone
Please pick up the phone
The meaning is pretty clear, except for the first two parts. Everything after is a man metaphorically stuck in a desert and him asking this woman that he's had an affair with not to abandon him, but to join him in his solitude and dance with him (or, make the best of it).
This is mostly wrong, and since we can't send in corrections anymore, I'll just hope one of the admins see this:
When I left you alone To fight your battles of long winters In hotels, what went through your mind? How is it that you made it? How is it that you noticed?
It wasn't me who was Looking at you through Foggy glass Or windows, it was them
I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter Drinking down my chances to ever return (To anyone) To anyone
No I wasn't faking it The hurt I felt was real and all that was holy Just slowly disappeared but just appeared In parking lots And truck stops
The blinking lights (The blinking lights) Now I'm sinking you How the hell did I get here?
Does your husband know I call you sweetheart? Does he know that I call you ...? It's not like you're cheating We're only meeting in motels and not your home (It's not like we're cheating We're only meeting in hotels and not your home)
Would you change your last name to mine? (Would you change your last name to mine?)
I think my kids would mind I think my kids would mind
I was in the desert waving planes and burning phonebooks to a tune That was famous the year I was born Do not leave me dancing alone (Do not leave me dancing alone, pick up the phone and call me lover) Pick up the phone Call me lover (Say, "Come and get me, I am home") I am home
Please pick up the phone Please pick up the phone
The meaning is pretty clear, except for the first two parts. Everything after is a man metaphorically stuck in a desert and him asking this woman that he's had an affair with not to abandon him, but to join him in his solitude and dance with him (or, make the best of it).