​wendy’s parking lot by Eliza McLamb Lyrics

Smoke a single cigarette out the window
Watch the condensation on a can of Diet Coke
Sometimes the Wendy's parking lot feels like home

I wanna go driving 'til I run out of gas
Maybe over the state line, speed 'til I pass
Everybody in a baby blue Subaru
With their 401ks, matching socks with their shoes

Okay, maybe I'm crying in this drive-thru
But I don't have anyone to cry to
So looks like this cashier is getting a show