In the darkness of a car In a parking lot In the middle of the night You are fogging up the glass You are something else I'm an insect in your light In a hot and crowded room I've lost sight of you All the exits have been blocked You are drifting out the window In the August air Past the treetops, and you're gone When you awake, you will be found again Life goes on And now I'm lost In the darkness of a car In a parking lot And now I wish that you were here To drive me home