Undesignated Area

[Intro] Designated area... Yeah... Sure. [Verse 1] I walked outside, just trying to breathe, Coffee in my hand, cigarette in the other, There's a little sign staring back at me, Saying, "Not within fifty feet of here." I moved to the left, I moved to the right, I stood by a wall in the cold night air, Somebody pointed across the lot, Said, "Sir, you can't smoke there." [Pre-Chorus] Not by the door, Not by the gate, Not by the van, Not by the crate, Not by the curb, Not by the stairs, Tell me where, Tell me where— [Chorus] Undesignated area, Everywhere I go, One more sign, one more line, One more voice telling me no. Undesignated area, Out here in the rain, I can't smoke here?! Then point me to the place! [Post-Chorus] I can't smoke here?! I can't smoke here?! I can't smoke here?! Then where am I supposed to go?! [Verse 2] The map says walk around the back, Past the dumpster, past the bees, Through the puddle, by the fence, Underneath the dying trees. There's an ashtray bolted to the pole, But the sign says "No Smoking Zone," I'm standing in the promised land, And still somehow I'm wrong. [Pre-Chorus] Not by the dock, Not by the rail, Not near the vent, Not by the pail, Not where the little arrow points, Not where the old sign swears— So if this is designated, Why can't I smoke there?! [Chorus] Undesignated area, Everywhere I go, One more sign, one more line, One more voice telling me no. Undesignated area, Out here in the rain, I can't smoke here?! Then point me to the place! [Breakdown] Move along. Move along. Move along. Fifty feet! From the door! Fifty more! Than before! By the road! In the rain! Standing here! Going insane! I followed the sign! I followed the line! I followed the rules! Now I'm out by the pines! Undesignated! [Bridge] I remember when the world was open, Restaurants, planes, the waiting room, The doctor lit one during surgery, The stewardess just handed you two. Now I'm out here past the dumpster, Past the fence, past the bees, Forty years of slow surrender, Down to fifty feet. Maybe someday I'll find it, A little square of ground, Where the wind don't judge me, And no one waves me down. A bench beneath a streetlight, An ashtray and a chair, A place where all the tired men Can stand and disappear. [Final Chorus] Undesignated area, Everywhere I go, One more sign, one more line, One more voice telling me no. Undesignated area, Out here in the rain, I can't smoke here?! Then point me to the place! [Final Post-Chorus] I can't smoke here?! I can't smoke here?! I can't smoke here?! Then where am I supposed to go?! [Outro] Found the smoking area... It's across the street... Behind another no smoking sign. Of course.