[Chorus]

            
Boredom, hangi

           
n' by myself i

           
n a bleak mote

l
          
Overnight in a

      
 small town
             
Boredom, my mi

              
nd's countin' 

          
time, trucks g

          
o rollin' by
           
Past the pumps

           
 and highway s

     
ign

[Verse 1]

             
Never was a pl

              
ace that felt 

          
less like home
            
Never would a 

              
come here if I

        
'd only known
            
That it's a on

e-channel town

 and I'm all a

lone
  
I can't just s

it 'n' watch m

y telephone
      
Cause no one k

nows my number

 and it can't 

be found
            
And there's no

 good people j

ust kickin' ar

ound
            
So here we are

           
 together, mac

hines and me
             
I feel about a

             
s local as a f


ish in a tree

[Chorus]

             
And this Bored

             
om, my mind's 

            
countin' time,

            
 trucks go rol

     
lin' by
           
Past the pumps

           
 and highway s

     
ign

[Verse 2]

             
And in this to

              
wn all the oth

              
er sounds have

 
 ceased
            
And the Late L

ate Show died 

long ago
            
With a few wor

ds from a prie

st

[Instrumental]

       

[Chorus]

            
Boredom, hangi

           
n' by myself i

           
n a bleak mote

l
          
Overnight in a

               
 small town