Evelyn

All the tables nice and clean

Evelyn's asleep

On the grave yard shift again

Selling gasoline

And there's kids smoking on south first

See high school was just a blur, for 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 cul-de-sac

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 aint 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...

Just to say...

Hey!

All the tables nice and clean

Evelyn's asleep

On the grave yard shift again

Selling gasoline

Selling gasoline