The Guest - The Bouncing Souls

Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to

the empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll be

when everyone goes home

I like what I see

it's nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me

I think of a place a time or a face

staring out at the stars in the sky

there's so many of them

and we're drivin' by

I like what I see

it's nothing special to me and nothing's coming down on me