Lyrics Boredom - The Lovin' Spoonful

Boredom, hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
Over night in a small town
Boredom, my mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by
Pass the pumps and highway signs.
Never was a place that felt less like home
Never would I've come here if I'd only known.
That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone
I can't just sit and watch my telephone
Cause no one knows my number and it can't be found
And there's no good people just kickin' around
So here we are together, machines and me
I feel about as local as a fish in a tree.
And it's boredom, my mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by
Pass The pumps and highway signs.
And in this town all the other sounds have ceased
And the Late Late Show died long ago
With the few words from a priest.
Boredom, hangin' by myself in a bleak motel
Over night in a small town