Meanwhile Back Home
Meanwhile back home
I have misplaced myself
And I don’t even know what to tell you
My car, pallid and too old for words
Orange light inside, hit it to make it disappear
Engine refusing to start
Nothing on the radio but sweet, sweet static
I don’t even think the tape deck works
I’m watching a deserted parking lot
And I’m not sure what I’m looking for
No one speaks
They’re all busy floating through the air
Above me and my orange light
And my awful automobile
But I’m unable to recognize any of you
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