I'm in a parking lot
by myself It's quarter to nine
and I've been here since 5:45
Oh there's no one but I
can see some flickering lights
Oh I can hear some dogs yeah
barking in the backyards
And I smell gasoline
I wish the sky were open
cause if there
weren't those trees
I think I could see
for miles The city
is just beyond those
clouds and I guess this
is what it's like to be yeah
really down
And holding out
for something
Remembering the
warm warm nights
Remembering the open
arms of two years ago
Oh there's something
like this parking lot
And seeing the stars in
morning I can see them
from where I'm lying
I can feel the cold cold
pavement against
my skin when It's tingling
It's tingling, it's tingling