Evelyn

All the tables nice and clean

Evelyn’s asleep

On the grave yard shift again

Selling gasoline

And theres kids smoking on south first

See high-school was just a blur, to her

And everything just found their place it seemed

Theres 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 coldasac

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

Theres 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