This is not a thank you note
This is just a few words that I wrote
They were never meant for you to hear
It’s just that they kept ringing in my ear
Now you can read me like an open book
Read about the beating that I took
About happiness all shot to hell
A weekend at the Thunderbird Motel

At the Thunderbird Motel

Well, the bitter moon is hanging low
Neil Diamond pours his heart out on the radio
And nothing seems to go my way
Except sad songs and cheap Chardonnay
Three days in the wilderness

Was all it took to make my life a mess
My happiness all shot to hell
A weekend at the Thunderbird Motel