Falling Out Of Love

Written by Mary Gauthier It's a cheap hotel, the heat pipes hiss The bathroom's down the hall, and it smells like piss It's another night in another town And I'm another blues traveler headed down Falling out of love is a dangerous thing With its slippery slopes and its weighted wings With its birds of prey circling overhead Casting vulture shadows on barren beds Let me out, set me free Let me out, set me free The clock inside the church bell tower Rings your name every hour I see your face, I touch your hair Then the ringing fades and nobody's there