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.