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.