Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to
The empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll be
When everyone goes home

I like what I see it's nothing special to me
And nothing's coming down on me

I think of a place a time or a face
Staring out at the stars in the sky
There's so many of them
And we're drivin' by

I like what I see it's nothing special to me
And nothing's coming down on me