The Motel Down the Street
Last night, I drove to see you
At the motel right down the street
There was a bed, 2 chairs, a table
It was just some place to meet
It wasn't a romantic evening
No candles or petals on the bed
No poems or even dinner
Just a simple night instead
But all that really mattered
Was that you were there with me
In the dark, you pulled me closer
So that I was all that you could see
On your shoulder I rest my head
As we played your country songs
I knew that in that moment
In your arms, I did belong
You kissed me on my forehead
And said "thanks for being here"
The rest of the night, I held your hand
And made sure I kept you near
There was a bed, 2 chairs, a table
It was at the motel down the street
Nothing really special
Except that it was where we said we'd meet
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