You're sleeping on the bed right in front of me I found some paper by the desk in the lobby I'm trying quiet not to wake you up As the Tucson sun is coming up I couldn't sleep There's a TV in the lounge But the bu*tons confuse me You're in there trying to look some things up As the Tucson sun is coming up Street lights are turning off The guests are waking up As the train keeps rolling by like everey hour And the cars start stumbling by outside It's time to find the way to my room To get some sleep I'm trying to find the way to Bisbee With a map that I found in the lobby Stop for a shot from a little shop-owner With tthat Tucson sun on my shoulders Then you go through the Mule Pa** tunnel And this town has got the biggest hole I've ever seen Hot sun's going down over Bisbee Street lights are turning on again Everyone's going home Look out the window Got to run to get home See, this trains only going home three times a week So I've got to get out O this hotel room Run through the lobby with my stuff, across the street To that train that's been rolling through the whole night long As the cars start rumbling by, I'm stumbling across the street The air outside's still got the heat from the day I'm running through the doors, weaving through the seats In the station praying that they wait One minute more Stay until i climb aboard And find myself a seat To get some sleep