panama city motel

Sugar

Donââ?¬â?¢t you know I need a place to stay
Only fifteen bucks a day
I didnââ?¬â?¢t want to end up here
But now I guess I need to stay

River red, runs like lead
And the smell of kerosene in my head
Stuck in here in this shithole
Reading foreign magazines instead

But senor, I only have ten dollars,
Canââ?¬â?¢t you give me a room for the night?
We argue about currency and then
He says I can stay for the night

In this panama city motel
I am out on the freeway again

A woman approaches in barcelona
Walking down the diagonalia
Spaghetti concrete overpasses
I keep grasping for something familiar