From the album Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings by Mike Maimone
Each New Place
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
That same old neon sign
I’ve passed 1,000 times.
A late-night beacon of grease
for hungry passers-by looking for a release.
I signal and check behind
it’s the end of another line.
It’s just about time for peace
on my weary travelin’ mind, finally.
But a closer look I’ll never take;
don’t want to see the sign is not exactly the same.
As far as I know it’s never changed,
but baby those lights bring me a little bit of home in each new place.
Everybody’s working for a solution.
Trying to figure shit out on their own.
Put it all together, it’s one big confusion.
Nights I pray I’ll change… and find a better place to call my home.