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

I can hear some dogs barking in the back yards

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

I guess this is what it's like to be really down

And holding out for something

Remembering the warm nights

Remembering the open arms of two years ago

Oh there's nothing like this parking lot

And seeing the stars in morning

'Cause I can see them from where I'm lying

I can feel the cold pavement against my skin

It's tingling