Yucca Street by Alexei Shishkin Lyrics

Haven't made a meaningful connection in years
Everyone always disappears... or is it me?
I don't know. I don't think
All I know is that it keeps happening

And I walked down that Yucca Street with bills in my hand
Thinking of the demands, and looking at the concrete
I don't know. I don't think
All I know is that the clouds are a ceiling