Motor City

Look out on terminal three
I know it feels like the flying got the best of me
Now I'm gonna be grounded, gate sixteen on a flight to home
Wish I was a couple minutes from home
Got bedded in Motel 6 and I'm gonna be
Trying to get my evening fixed like a honey bee
Black [?] above my sink and I'm thinking of home
But I'm gonna be a little bit gone

I could drive down [?]
Pass by Alamo
I've been held in Motor City
Winds are blowing through
One more night in Motor City
Miles away from you
On stand-by like a hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting to move

Storm at the airplane
[?] hot up
On a black, cracked, tarmac floor
Now I know there'll be panic in your mind
But my eyes are sore, I don't wanna be stuck here no more
And I'm tired like I can't see straight
Gonna throw a stone inches from prairie state
Just [?] drifiting out of time and it's getting late
Can you call 'em, girl, just tell 'em my fate?

I could drive down [?]
Pass by Alamo
I've been held in Motor City
Winds are blowing through
One more night in Motor City
Miles away from you
On stand-by like a hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting to move
A hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting to move