a row of mirrors before me and i can't see my reflection. 

my life is so far is far from my expectations. 

it's getting lonely in this parking lot of life. 

i guess my punishment is my salvation, 

i wish i could find a way to roam. 

driving home always gives me the blues, 

singing songs about what i feel like inside, 

keeps me coming back for more. 

it's getting lonely in this parking lot of life, 

i guess my punishment is my salvation. 

i tread the thin line, 

you don't know who to follow home your life is so far, 

is far from your expectations. 

it's getting lonely with this parking lot of life.