Girl I want to be with you all of the time Touring relationships are fine when the Hotels take care of the housekeeping And you've got room service But once you check back in to the reality motel The dust appears on your furniture The laundry piles up And there's no room service to clear away the trash That's when the tempers get frayed The emotions get heightened And the fights break out Once we tried renting an apartment together But that was also a disaster I can't sleep when I write My brain keeps working The person in the apartment above me Must have been an insomniac also Because he was still shuffling around at 3 am Amazingly he was shuffling around to the beat I had in my head As if he were accompanying me Then I decided to write this song for the unknown neighbor The unseen person above me As he listened to the fighting downstairs