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There is a parking lot
When you're the only place I want to be
I'm counting cars to pass the time
While The headlights keep on filing by
Each one strikes me in the eye
When you're the only one I want to see
Uh uh
Your absence is a presence I can feel
Wrapped in a silence I can hear
Where's the suspended in the space between
We can say and we can only feel
No one's ever where they ought to be
But everyone is always on the way
All the universe is proof
Of the staying truth
That nothing true can ever ever stay
Traffic jam tiny pieces of you and me
On the road in between where we are
And where wed both like to be
I'm not sure why were here
But don't feel sorry
Its just where we find ourselves
Ghosts are in the rain tonight
They're tapping at my window
And it's a frightening way to drive
When you're all alone
With your own reflection in the glass
Uh uh uh uh
And the ashes of the day are still alive
On the horizon still a-dyin in the west
And every day is like Good Friday
Cause we're just waiting for
The world to resurrect
For this winter sun to set
For our dots to reconnect
For a dew to cleanse the morning
While a fog dissolves the past
Yeah we just wait for ourselves to
Resurrect
Traffic jam tiny pieces of you and me
On the road in between where we are
And where we'd both like to be
I'm not sure why we're here
But don't feel sorry
Its just where we find ourselves
Where we find ourselves
Where we find ourselves
Where we find ourselves
Traffic jam tiny pieces of you and me
One the road in between where we are
And where we'd both like to be
I'm not sure why we're here
But don't feel sorry
Its just where we find ourselves
