Parking Lot

Bob Dylan on the mall's PA, crooning from the past
About the girl who ran away but never got too far
Huge brown eyes, boho clothes
She was slick but also a friend of Bob's

Lingerie on mannequins turns me on no more
Either I'm growing up or I'm growing old
Might as well be a bit of both
Now Bob Dylan's in a loop, calling names and feeling sorry
About the girl who ran away and stole his shoes

It gets awfully cold in this parking lot
Checking out my phone just in case you decide to call
Dreaming's cheap, it's the waking up that's hard
When you're cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot

Don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart

I used to fret myself to death about the many days to come
How am I supposed to pay the rent and then take you out for lunch
In a world gone mad with passing time
I realized I was about to lose my mind

Saturday's not a good day for hanging out by yourself
Too many drinks, too many drunks, too many little birds
We can find a better place or crash at each other's couches
We can make ourselves forget about the bad days

It gets awfully cold in this parking lot
Checking out my phone just in case you decide to call
Dreaming's cheap, it's the waking up that's hard
When you're just cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot

It gets awfully cold in this parking lot
Checking out my phone just in case you decide to call
Dreaming's cheap, it's the waking up that's hard
When you're just cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot

Don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe
You wouldn't break my heart, don't wanna break my heart, babe