Besedila: Chely Wright. Metropolitan Hotel. It's The Song.

Different day, different town
Set it up to tear it down
Oh, I ain't been home in almost fifty days

Houston, Baton Rouge
Poor girl's gotta pay her dues
And this beat up bus is always drivin' away

Oh, I love what I do
But I wonder what I do it all for
But when I sing, they sing along
I forget where I am but I know where I belong

The reason why I'm standing here
It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes it home
It's the song

Her birthday was in Alabama
Father's Day was in Montana
And on Mother's Day, I was nowhere near the phone

Every hotel bed feels the same
As the last one where I stayed
And it's vending machines and fallin' asleep alone

Yeah, I love what I do
But I wonder what I do it all for

But when I sing, they sing along
I forget where I am but I know where I belong
The reason why I'm standing here
It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes this home
It's the song

Dolly and Loretta
Maybe some Patsy Cline
I'm so lonesome, I could cry

But when I sing, they sing along
I forget where I am but I know where I belong

The reason why I'm standing here
It's not the ride, it's not the name
It's not just staying in the game

It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes this home
It's the song, ooh, it's the song