[00:01.95]Boredom
[00:04.45]Hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
[00:11.91]Overnight in a small town.
[00:17.05]Boredom
[00:19.09]My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by
[00:26.48]Past the pumps and highway sign.
[00:31.62]Never was a place that felt less like home.
[00:40.04]Never woulda come here if I'd only known
[00:47.75]That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone.
[00:52.60]I can't just sit 'n' watch my telephone
[00:56.57]'Cause no one knows my number and it can't be found
[01:00.76]And there's no good people just kickin' around
[01:05.22]So here we are together
[01:07.39]Machines and me.
[01:09.54]I feel about as local as a fish in a tree and this
[01:13.68]Boredom.
[01:15.88]My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by
[01:23.38]Past the pumps and highway sign.
[01:28.50]And in this town all the other sounds have ceased.
[01:36.34]And the Late Late Show died long ago
[01:40.75]With a few words from a priest.
[02:00.53]Boredom
[02:02.62]Hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
[02:10.21]Overnight in a small town.