Lirieke: Trent Willmon. Home Sweet Holiday Inn.

Exit 65, room 232
Its nothing fancy, ain't much of a view
Its no white house with picket fences
But we close our eyes and pretend
At our home sweet holiday inn

Wish I could keep you but its out of my hands
It's the best that I can do I pray you'll understand
How much I love you, God I feel guilty
So I try to make amends
At our home sweet holiday inn

I just get a couple days to steal you away
And make up for all the time I missed
And I hope that we can fit it all in
At our home sweet holiday inn

You've grown so fast that I just can't believe
How much you're changing but you still look like me
Maybe some day this will all be different
Oh, but baby until then
We've got our home sweet holiday inn

I just get a couple days to steal you away
And make up for all the time I missed
And I hope that we can fit it all in
At our home sweet holiday inn

Your daddy loves you and I'll be dreaming of you
And counting days until I see you again
At our home sweet holiday inn
At our home sweet holiday inn