I found myself down at the Airways Motel
Drunk and half hearted again
Alone with a woman who's not gonna tell
What I've been doin' and where I have been
It seems Sunday mornings, they come without warning
I'm never ready for the way that I feel
So sick of lying, I know that I'm dying
From all of these secrets that I can't reveal
But I can still sing along with the choir
While I fight through my own private hell
Caught between heaven and all my desire
For the girl at the Airways Motel
When I promised forever the night that I married