the guest
Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to
the empty alleys and parking lots is where Ill be
when everyone goes home
I like what I see its nothing special to me
and nothings coming down on me
I think of a place a time or a face
staring out at the stars in the sky
theres so many of them
and were drivin by
I like what I see its nothing special to me
and nothings coming down on me