[Intro] (Engine idling: Hummm... Wiper squeaks on dry glass: Wipe... squeak... Blinkers: Tik-tok) Parking spot B2. Ten minutes for me, not for you. [Verse 1] (Sluggish Engine-Idle Cadence) Turned off the headlights, left the engine on, All of my energy is dead and gone. Upstairs is the kitchen, the bills, and the crying, Down here I don't have to keep on trying. Wiper makes a circle on the dusty glass, Watching the basement shadows pass. Phone rings twice in the cupholder tray, I’m hiding from the end of another day. [Pre-Chorus] (Blinker Clicks Accelerate) Key in the slot . . . (hummm) . . . hand on the wheel . . . This is the only quiet place that is real! [Chorus 1] (Deeply Relatable Soul Hook) TEN-MINUTE-REST! Don't turn the key! Nobody wants anything from me! Low-end hum in the driver's seat, The only little peace on the concrete street! (Just let it idle... don't go up yet.) [Verse 2] Loosened my seatbelt, let the seat fall back, Looking at the concrete ceiling crack. For eight hours I was somebody's boss, For four hours calculating profit and loss. For these ten minutes in the air-con chill, I’m just a guy sitting totally still. [Chorus 2] (Deeply Relatable Soul Hook) TEN-MINUTE-REST! Don't turn the key! Nobody wants anything from me! Low-end hum in the driver's seat, The only little peace on the concrete street! [Bridge] (Engine hum swells with weeping guitar solo) Eight minutes passed... Nine minutes gone... Take a deep breath... TURN OFF THE KEY. (Click... engine dies). [Chorus 3] (Quiet Heavy Acceptance) OPEN THE DOOR! Put on the smile! I got to be myself for a little while! Footsteps echoing up the staircase wall, Back to the duty that is calling for it all! [Outro] Car door shuts: Thud. Beep-beep (alarm sets). Honey, I'm home.
