Check Out Time - Dionne Warwick

When I woke up this morning I was all alone

Stretched out in bed

Two hundred miles from home in some old motel

I don’t know what’s to become of me

I know that check-out time is three

I didn’t mean to hurt him, he has so much pride

I never dreamed

I had to run and hide to this lonely room

I just hope he doesn’t follow me

I know that check-out time is three

There’s just no use

Why try to make an excuse

I’ve lost great news

Because to be his one

Well that would be just giving up on life

I’ve got to go on living, I just can’t exist

I wanna taste all of the things I missed

For his tender love

Till the day love catches up with me

That’s always check-out time at three