That One Night in Brooklyn

Remember the night

Where we almost died

It was a treacherous evening

That became more bizarre

As the night went on

The cops showed up to ask questions

But we were just visiting the

Pad

We knew so little

And wanted to leave so bad

The Parking Lot Sweeper

That parking lot sweeper

Was kicking up all of the dust

On a late night in Phoenix

As the sun had recently set back

The truck made it’s pass

To swallow the dust from the day

Away

From the parking lot

And start a new

Another day