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, 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 tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the grave yard shift again Selling gasoline --- Evelyn - Gregory Alan Isakov