Testo di 'Borrowed Rooms And Old Wood Floors' di Emily Scott Robinson

Sorority sister, Mississippi
Old high school friend in Kansas City
The only thing that we have left to talk about are faded memories

I don't sleep at all or sleep too much
Can’t sleep through a crying baby or a garbage truck
There's a note out on the counter
Saying help yourself to anything that you please

In borrowed rooms and old wood floors
I lay me down at night
You don't ask where home is anymore
It’s just borrowed rooms and old wood floors

Shower's hot, hope it lasts
Hair is getting longer down my back
I lean under the water, close my eyes
And let it wash me clean

I live in other people's homes
Finish up the pot of coffee when it's cold
But my mother raised me right
I always write a thank you note and strip the sheets

In borrowed rooms and old wood floors
I lay me down at night
You don't ask where home is anymore
It's just borrowed rooms and old wood floors

Was it this cold last year, I can't remember
The leaves are turnin' early for September
I wish that I could stick around
Another drive, another show, another stranger’s house

In borrowed rooms and old wood floors
I lay me down at night
You don’t ask where home is anymore
It's just borrowed rooms and old wood floors
Borrowed rooms and old wood floors