Airport Bars and Air Guitars Lyrics

I called room service

Requested a revolver

A pause from reception

Then laughter

Alone in a hotel robe

I cradled the phone

And wondered if I got it wrong

An iron or shave cream, she said

A razor no small matter

But a pistol from the bellman

You gotta talk to the janitor

She laughed again

the line went dead

I laid back on my hotel bed

And wondered how I got it wrong

Had I come undone?

Airport bars and air guitars

Last call ringing out in power chords

Losing my way

Losing the war

Don't ask me how I'm getting home

The pistol can wait I said

The minibar's last-calling

I got no show 'til Tuesday

An empty evening is falling

Alone in a hotel robe

I turned off my phone

Damn man I got it all wrong

Had I come undone?

Could I have been someone?

Tie a bow on my robe

A do not disturb on the door

Then it's off to the basement

Lookin for the maintenance man

I got a fistful of cash

And an uncertain plan

And if I ever make it home

I'm stealing the robe when I go

'Cuz I come undone

Airport bars and air guitars

Daylight breakin' thru dive bar doors

Losing my way

Losing a war

Don't ask me how I'm getting home