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.
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