CANTANTE: Bob Guiney

TITULO:Girlfriend

Room 421,
an airport hotel,
i know i should be sleeping,
but it's too soon to tell.
if i fly out tomorrow,
i'll see her tomorrow,
i hope that i will.
There's no place like alone,
no sound like my own voice,
fading into this quiet summer night,
but i'm doing alright,
i'll make a phone call or two.
Could i get some conversation please?
just send someone to see,
about a few things i need.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,
and a bottle of wine?
bring me her future,
just make sure it's mine.
could you open the window,
but leave out the cold?
make a phone call to jesus,
and clean up my soul.
Miles from my own bed,
further from content,
i guess i should get used to this.
still rain on the runway,
but i'm doing ok,
i've got cigarettes to kiss.
Could i get some conversation please?
i'm down on my knees,
i'm only here for tonight,
it's the story of my life.
and i'm hitting the wall,
and i wish i could call you,
and ask for an hour.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,
and a bottle of wine?
bring me her future,
just make sure it's mine.
could you open the window,
but leave out the cold?
make a phone call to jesus,
and clean up my soul.
Now it's four in the morning,
couldn't drink myself to sleep,
still trying to find the reasons,
that are keeping you from me.
as i'm staring out the window,
i can't burn you from my mind,
'cause i'm hitting the wall,
i can't take this anymore,
i can't do it anymore.
Bring me my girlfriend,
and a bottle of wine.
bring me her future,
just make sure it's mine.
could you open the window,
but leave out the cold?
make a phone call to jesus,
and clean up my soul.
Room 421,
a cleveland hotel,
i know i should be sleeping,
but it's too soon to tell.
if i fly out tomorrow,
i'll see her tomorrow,
i hope that i will.