All the tables nice and clean
Evelyn's asleep
On the grave yard shift again
Selling gasoline

And there's kids smoking on south first
See high-school was just a blur, to her
And everything just found their place it seemed

There's an old folk song on the radio
Sounding thin and dark and haunted
There's a bag of weed in the back beneath the books

And she can't stand the sight of this coldasac
Like an old crow, king of the lamp-post
And this window hasn't been this clean since it last rained

Well she pictures up a different day
Driving west to east L.A
And there ain't no sign of a dime, but hey
Anyone can dream, anyone can dream

And all the college girls come in when the bars let out and they're hungry
Making such a mess, Evelyn just talks trash, as she's sweeping up

There's a thin dark cloud in the evening air
After every sunny day
There's a bum who lives in the parking lot
Wash the windows just to say, just to say hey
All the tables nice and clean
Evelyn's asleep
On the grave yard shift again
Selling gasoline
Selling gasoline