The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
The Lovin’ Spoonful
[Verse 1]
Boredom, hangin' by myself
In a bleak motel
Overnight in a small town
[Verse 2]
Boredom, my mind's countin' time
Trucks go rollin' by
Pass the pumps and highway signs
[Bridge]
Never was a place that felt less like home
Never would've come here if I'd only known
That it's a one-channel town, and I'm all alone
I can't just sit and watch my telephone
'Cause no one knows my number, and it can't be found
And there's no good people just kickin' around
So here we are together, machines and me
I feel about as local as a fish in a tree
[Verse 3]
And it's boredom, my mind's countin' time
Trucks go rollin' by
Pass the pumps and highway signs
[Bridge]
And in this town
All the other sounds have ceased
And The Late, Late Show died long ago
With a few words from a priest
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 1]
Boredom, hangin' by myself
In a bleak motel
Overnight in a small town
Boredom was written by John Sebastian.
Boredom was produced by The Lovin’ Spoonful & Joe Wissert.