Text: Warrant. Bed Of Roses.

On a dead-end street
In a dead-end town
There's a motel that I call home
Just a few small hopes
And a few small dreams
Are all that place is resting on
Desiree loves two doors down
She's been there for way too long
Sometime when she's feelin' down
I hope she hears this song
On a bed of roses
Not beneath some motel light
On a bed of roses
She deserves to sleep tonight
She deserves to sleep tonight
She comes home late every night
I can hear her walkin' down the hall
She don't talk on the phone too much
When she does I hear it through my wall
Desiree don't have many friends
At least not many good ones
I may be just an ordinary man
But least I'm someone to lean on
On a bed of roses
Not beneath some motel light
On a bed of roses
She deserves to sleep tonight
She deserves to sleep tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
On a bed Light
On a bed Tonight
On a bed Roses
She deserves to sleep tonight