one man celebration ain't what I had in mind
As I sit here sippin' on a glass of wine
There's a working telephone beside my bed
The way the calls [bad word] in, you'd think the line was dead

Oh, there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room

The plaster on the ceiling just about to fall
There's a picture hanging crooked on the wall
The music on the radio plays on
For a moment there, I thought they were playing our song

Oh, there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room

From the window I can see a falling star
I wonder if you see it where you are
And wouldn't it be something if it's [bad word] That you would make the same wish that I do

Oh, there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room