come to my window, I'll be home soon

I was on tour for three weeks, and I'm disappointed that hotels don't have real keys anymore -- they all have those plastic cards that are programmed for your room.

The hotels don't even want the cards back since the cards expire automatically, so over a three-week tour, I collected a big stack. (Four Ramadas and a Best Western -- is that a good poker hand?)

I think handing someone your expired key card could become the 'giving out a bogus phone number' of our generation.


Oh, yeah, you want to see me tonight?
Here's my card. Come to my room
... in Fayetteville ... last April.