Queen Parking Lot

When Samantha called a valet dressed in blue

Said, "Go slowly, I'm near heavy, how about you?"

They won't clear a path for you

They won't know our story's true

But I'm going through

And then Amanda at the counting head check said

I've a soldier's money. he's drunk, he's not dead

And a ticket that can't lose

It's our way out down a trail of shoes

'Cause I came through

I came through

I've come to you

For you