When I was a boy   Chasing a note   Straining to bring up   The chords in my throat   Battling age clinging the coat   Humming the old songs in stereo      I had not a thought   Of parking lots   And me in the car   With the doors all locked   I'm staring ahead   Everyone's dead   I'm under the pain in between my ribs      It's just like the movies   It comes about face   All at once when I'm breathing   The careless air of the night