Sometimes I drive at night Sit in the empty parking lots of strip malls Sometimes I feel quiet Like a lake must after the summer�s gone Close my eyes The wind comes up Stood in a field You silhouetted against the sun Like you�ve been waiting And it�s been years And I ain�t boobytrapped no more
Sometimes I drive at night Sit in the empty parking lots of stadiums Sometimes I feel tired Like an H Bomb must feel its uranium Close my eyes The wind comes up Down in a valley An old stone house Where you�ve been waiting All these years And I ain�t boobytrapped no more