I walked down to the store
It was 10 to 11
My face in the window
I’m poking my head
Through the door
And I ask for american spirits
He reached for the cabinet
And hands me the nearest
I ask for a lighter
He hands me a match
And I strike on the side
And I blink from the flash now
I’m walking alone
And the streets are all empty
Got nowhere to go
I could call you it’s tempting
I could call you it’s tempting
