The Guest - Bouncing Souls

Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to

The empty alleys and parking lots is where I’ll be

When everyone goes home

I like what I see it’s nothing special to me

And nothing’s coming down on me

I think of a place a time or a face

Staring out at the stars in the sky

There’s so many of them

And we’re drivin' by

I like what I see it’s nothing special to me

And nothing’s coming down on me