Smoking cigarettes in a strip mall parking lot
There's nothing much to do around here but hang out
Isn't that just like everywhere else?

There's a war veteran standing by the interstate on-ramp
Yeah, he's asking for a ride, he's hoping for a kickdown
Anything you can spare to give helps

And as the Southwest Florida sun sets
The sky is painted hues of pink and orange
Our directions are calling
Life is waiting to be ruined

City cops come down and they bust up the party
We go to a diner, we drink bitter black coffee
Gas station billboard reads three-forty-nine a gallon

You are coming down from the high
We're starting to sober up
Boys crushing on girls crushing on boys
Into the Southwest Florida morning
We are still young

And as the Southwest Florida sun sets
The sky is painted hues of pink and orange
Our directions are calling
Life is waiting to be ruined
Life is waiting to be ruined
Life is waiting to be ruined