Motor City Lyrics

Look out on terminal 3
I know it feels like the flying got the best of me
now I'm gonna be grounded at gate 60
On a flight through home
wish I was a couple minutes from home
I got bedded in motel 6
and I'm gonna tryin to be getting my evening fix
like a honey bee
black blimps above my sink
and I'm thinking of home and I'm gonna be a little bit gone

I can drive down 94
pass by every door
no I've been held in motor city
winds are blowing through
one more night in motor city
miles away from you
now I'm sitting there like a hurricane wedding
A hurricane wedding
A hurricane wedding on move

Storm at the airplane
Door being hold up on a black crack tar mat floor
and now I know there'll be panic in your mind
and 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 a (not sure) drifting out of time and it's getting late
can you call the Gurgesch tell them my fate

Should I drive down 94
pass by every door
no I've been held in motor city
winds are blowing through
one more night in motor city
miles away from you
now I'm standing by like a hurricane wedding

A hurricane wedding
A hurricane wedding
A hurricane wedding on move

(Thanks to Annabelle Fritz for these lyrics)