When I woke up this morning I was all alone Stretched out in bed Two hundred miles from home in some old motel I don't know what's to become of me I know that check-out time is three I didn't mean to hurt him, he has so much pride I never dreamed I had to run and hide to this lonely room I just hope he doesn't follow me I know that check-out time is three
There's just no use Why try to make an excuse I've lost great news Because to be his one Well that would be just giving up on life I've got to go on living, I just can't exist I wanna taste all of the things I missed For his tender love Till the day love catches up with me That's always check-out time at three