Waiting In a Lyft

I haven’t a clue What I will write ‘Tis not morning Nor is it night I’m at a junk yard Waiting on a Lyft Heading up north To turn that, to this Lyft got cancelled Oh woe is me What will I do What will it be Alas... My ride Is Mr. Jeffrey I haven’t met him Nor he, me It won’t be till 5 But that is alright I’m heading up north To make things all right