A Parking Lot In Chicago

I swear I saw your face
As I fell asleep, in a van, in a parking lot...
We drove, red-eyed, all night
To Illinois from Indiana
Just to play for 14 people

And the one guy who seemed to dig it
Was just a Jehovah's Witness
But I swear I saw your face
As I fell asleep, in a van, in a parking lot...
In Chicago

I smelled you on my clothes
As I awoke, in a van, in a parking lot...
My mouth was dry, I squeezed
My eyes real hard
'Til I remembered I had another show, in the evening

And I wanted to give you a call
My phone had no reception at all
And I wished you were next to me
As I awoke, in a van, in a parking lot...
In Chicago

The show was fine, we were the only band from out of town
But we still brought more people out
Than the act that closed the show
We brought two people
They brought zero
And then they took a third of the cut

I called you, it was two
O'clock in the morning and I said I thought that you were here...
I could see your eyes roll back; I listened to you smile
As you said "maybe it wasn't a dream, dear"

As we were climbing the headlight stairs
I thought I saw you there
But it was only a passing glare
As we drove off, into the night...