Bird Problems Paroles

The leaves on the trees were falling



I felt as though that bird seemed quite familiar

I remembered that his name was "Parking Lot"

Me and that bird fell beneath a tree in the snow

And died several years ago



All my friends came calling

Thinking that I'd gone lost

All of them were searching
We left for a house up on the hillside

With broken stairs and graffiti on the walls

The kid, that's where he lived, wrote for a magazine

And we all stood outside talking

The owner was a man from Texas

Who had left the place and brought his family

The kid extended an invitation to me

To stay for as long as I needed



After a few years the man got homesick

He moved back in and started cleaning up

And even though I was never lost with Parking Lot

I was glad to have friends who'd come find me



When all my friends came calling

Thinking that I had gone lost

I was simply sleeping

In a parking lot

When all my friends came searching

Looking for my ghost

I was lost inside a dream

In a parking lot