Evelyn

All the tables nice and clean

Evelyn's asleep

On the grave yard shift again

Selling gasoline

And there's kids smoking on south first

See high school was just a blur, to her

And everything just found their place it seemed

There's an old folk song on the radio

Sounding thin and dark and haunted

Theres a bag of weed in the back beneath the books

And she can't stand the sight of this cul-de-sac

Like an old crow, king of the lamp-post

And this window hasn't been this clean since it last rained

Well, she pictures up a different day

Driving west to east L.A

And there ain't no sign of a dime, but hey

Anyone can dream

Anyone can dream

And all the college girls come in when the bars let out and they’re hungry

Making such a mess, Evelyn just talks trash as she's sweeping up

There's a thin dark cloud in the evening air

After every sunny day

There's a bum who lives in the parking lot

Wash the windows just to say hey

All the tables nice and clean

Evelyn's asleep

On the grave yard shift again

Selling gasoline