All the tables nice and clean
 Evelyn's asleep
 On the graveyard shift again
 Selling gasoline
 
 And there's kids smoking on south first
 See high-school was just a blur, to her
 And everything just found their place it seemed
 
 There's an old folk song on the radio
 Sounding thin and dark and haunted
 There's 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 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
 
 There's 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 table nice and clean
 Evelyn's asleep
 On the graveyard shift again
 Selling gasoline
 
 
 *alien*