98107 (Dramatic Edit)

The money's made, the check is paid I tip the girl a ten She smiles the smile she's practiced to use on desperate men I see no point in staying But I'd rather not go home Just something 'bout an evening Spent with a drink alone I've got this restless feeling 'Cause there's no one here I know A strong urge to get going But I've got nowhere to go I open my book And I look up the address for heaven But I've only got the zip code nine eight one oh seven