Parking lot behind the store Same cracked pavement as before Couple people sitting on the hood Talking like the night won't ever end Someone passing round a cheap drink Someone trying to light a cigarette Music playing through blown out speakers Echoing against the buildings And nobody really wants to leave Yeah, now while the air still feels like this Parking lot summer headlights shining in your eyes Warm wind coming through the speakers While the whole town's passing by Parking lot summer everybody's staying late Lights getting low might disappear If we drive away too soon Skateboards jumping off the curb Someone laughing way too loud Shopping carts beside the sidewalk Empty bottles on the ground Leaning back against the car door Looking up at nothing much Somehow that small moment Feels bigger than it should And nobody really wants to leave Yeah, now while the air still feels like this Parking lot summer headlights shining in your eyes Warm wind coming through the speakers While the whole town's passing by Parking lot summer everybody's staying late Lights getting low might disappear If we drive away too soon Too pale then nobody checking the time Just to stay a little longer Parking lot summer radio started up again Everybody talking softer Like they know it won't last long Parking lot summer maybe this is growing up Little nights we don't think matter Turn into the ones Turn into the ones
