Check Out Time
Burt Bacharach / Hal David
When I woke up this morning
I was all alone
Stretched out in bed
Two hundred miles from home
In some old motel
I don't know
What's to become of me
I know the check out time is three
I didn't mean to hurt him
He has so much pride
I never dreamed
I have to run and hide
To this lonely route
I just hope
He doesn't follow me
I know the check out time is three
There's just no use
Why try to make an excuse?
I must pray blues because to be his wife
Well, that would be just giving up on life
I've got to go on living
I just can exist
I wanna taste all of the feelings
I've missed for example, love
Till the day
Love catches up with me
As always
Check out dot at three