About-Face

When I was a boy 
Chasing a note 
Straining to bring up 
The chords in my throat 
Battling age clinging the coat 
Humming the old songs in stereo 

I had not a thought 
Of parking lots 
And me in the car 
With the doors all locked 
I'm staring ahead 
Everyone's dead 
I'm under the pain in between my ribs 

It's just like the movies 
It comes about face 
All at once when I'm breathing 
The careless air of the night