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